Annnd, The Kitchen Sink.

Where have I been lately?

I'm not sure.

How am I doing?

Not sure about that either.

I've just been at home, mostly.

Cleaning.
Organizing.
Sorting.
Purging.

As if my life depended on it.
I think maybe it did, actually....

We had family come visit from TX and then we had more family visit from WV.

It was good to see them--to channel all of my focus into the craziness that goes along with prepping for house-guests.

With everything clean and no more guests on the docket until Christmas, I'm kinda at a loss as to what to do with myself.

I don't want to be sad and depressed, but I am.

Some days, I think that I'm doing great, but then if I stop and take in the quiet, I know that I'm not.

Whenever I pass a pregnant belly, I feel the distinct barrenness of my own. 


Doesn't that sound so tragically melodramatic?
Uggh. It sooooo does.
But there really isn't an apter way to describe it.

This was the most drawn-out miscarriage I've had yet.
Awesome, I know.

I just. kept. bleeding.
My hormone levels would NOT go down.

To say that it sucked would be missing the point entirely.

I wasn't in the clear until about 2 weeks ago...
I'm so glad it's fucking over.

In related, news, I think I need to up the dosage on my meds...

Sigh.


The Huz is still unemployed, and we've had to do all kinds of battle with unemployment--to the degree that we have a court hearing with them on the 14th, BUT, he had a very positive interview yesterday, and he'll have his final interview with the company next week, so we've got our fingers crossed extra tight.

My little baby is almost 2.
WTF, people?
Isn't my section scar still healing?

How did this happen?
Yes, I want him to grow up and develop healthily and blah, blah, blah, but 2? Already?
It's almost too much.

He says his ABCs and their phonetic sounds, he counts to 10 forward and backwards (we've almost got 11-20 down), he knows his letters and numbers in and out of context, he's pretty much got all his basic colors, and if you ask him his name he spells it out for you. His vocab has finally exploded, and he says about 100 words.
But his most phenomenal development?

He says Mama! 
Loudly and with glee!

Yes. I'm being proud and braggy.
No. I am not sorry.
Ha!

I'm taking the easy way out on his birthday party this year and having it somewhere else, where they provide everything.  He loves it there, so I don't feel guilty about it.

We're having his party early too, because of my IL's travel schedule, so I need to start working on invites...
Yikes.

The Huz and I are trying to come up with a solid 5 year plan, but so far it's still just a title on the chalkboard.
I don't know if y'all knew this, but as it turns out, 5 year plans require funding....a baseline budget to formulate said plan around.

Who'da thunk, huh?

Since we can't do much more than we're already doing about that, we're trying to channel our energies into more procreative, errr, I mean productive activities by trying to revive our deathbed of a sex life.

If you would have told me when we first started  our sex life together that by the time we hit 30 it would be all kinds of  flat-lining, I would have laughed at you.

Sure, things may slow a bit, but dead?
Nay!

But then things like living with your ILs and crumbling economics and children and miscarriages and stress come into play....

All of the sudden, the only reason you'd blow someone is if they agreed put away the laundry and take the baby for the day so you could nap, and even then you're not so sure because no one puts the laundry away correctly but you anyhow...

Am I right?

I sooooo am, kids. Take heed, young'uns!


It's hard getting back into sexy mode.
I am not sexy.
I am exhausted and covered in applesauce.

My husband is stressed and his shoulder hurts from wrestling with O.

Passionate Naked Time, this does not make.

But we are trying to work it!!

We used to be hot, damn it!
(Well, my hubs is still pretty sexy, actually.)


In an effort to be a team player, I even put my barbells in.
I took them out when O was born because I wanted to breastfeed, but we all remember how WELL that went....

You should have seen my DH's face.
It was like a kid on Christmas morning.

Thank G-d love is blind.

Also?

I'm thinking about getting bangs.


What? 

I like to end on a thoughtful note....

Bangs? Yea or Nay? And have you ever seen such an ADORABLE genius? I think not!

A, B, Ease!

I have several things I want to blog about. Topics include:

I am a married lady, but I'd like a man to hit on me. Please!
Hear that, men reading my blog? (are there any mens that read my blog?) FLIRT AWAY.
It will not go ANYWHERE, but I'd really appreciate the gesture...but today is probably not the best day to start, okay? I already had a dream this morning that involved me making out with my childhood crush.  Hubs might get a complex.  I would!


Living With My In-laws.
It's not ideal, but sometimes? It's pretty rad.

 Eating Disorders/ Food Issues.
I am often surprised at how much I still struggle with them.  Sigh.

O is Not Really Talking.
Most of the time, I am completely fine with it and totally confident with my child's developmental track, but then "looks" from other parents send me on a panic spiral. My husband is even worse than me.


The Versatile Blogger Award!
Robin, over at Farewell, Stranger gave me and several other lovely ladies this fun award! I need to post about it, but for now, go visit her!


Some decent material...

buuuuuuuut, the iTunes GCs that my MIL gave me for Easter distracted me, and I've spent a large chunk of O's nap time deciding what to spend them on...


[I could bankrupt our family buying iTunes, seriously.]

So I'm stealing from the fantastical Carrie over at The Sweetest. I kinda love her. Go immerse yourself in her blog! But then skip back over this way for some ABC meme-fun, that I jacked from her, that she shanked from Mean Girl Garage, whom I am not familiar with, but based on just name alone--I'm gonna get that way!

This is a bit of a lazylady post, but hey, you might learn a few gems about me, so that's a win, right?

[For past feats of lazy, go here, and here! If you want see some sad attempts at meme-ing, look no further than there and there. It will never happen AGAIN, promise.]

Plain Letters

A. Age: Dirty Thirty. Showers aren't always in the cards.

B. Bed size: King. We used to have a Cal-King, but it had to go when we moved in with the ILs. Some say it's extravagant, I say it's a marriage saver.

C. Chore you dislike: Vacuuming. With.every.FIBER.of.my.being

D. Dogs: Someday we will have one, I hope. French bulldogs and rat terriers make me smile.

E. Essential start to your day: A good pee, a cup of tea, and a supportive bra.

F. Favorite color: Red. The deeper and sexier, the better.

G. Gold or silver: White Gold. Although, I'm developing this weird obsession with Rose Gold. Very QVC

H. Height: 5’3. I am all sorts of statuesque and lanky. In a petite and roundish sort of way.

I. Instruments you play(ED): I WISH. My brother is the one with all the instrumental talent. I play a mean Rockband tambourine...

J. Job title: WifeyMama and Family CEO/CFO

K. Kids: Fiending for another baby, but trying to play the patience game. Boo.

L. Live: music is the best. TV?  I'd rather DVR.  Residence? SoCal

M. Mom’s name: More Latin than you'd expect, lookin' at her...

N. Nicknames: I think my husband is like the only one that calls me by my given name...There are many. My godson calls me Kiki....


O. Overnight hospital stays: I've lost count.  I fucking abhor hospitals.

P. Pet peeves: Rudeness. Passive aggressive behavior. Racism. Homophobia. Ugg boots worn with short-shorts. Mothers who constantly talk about how much they hate being mothers. Most conservative Republicans. Poor Grammar.

Q. Quote from a movie: "She's not my Special Lady, man! She's just my Lady Friend. Trying to help her conceive!"

R. Righty or Lefty: Left handed.  Left footed. <---kept that from Carrie, because it SO applies here.

S. Siblings: Younger sister and younger brother. I love them like they were my own children, but we have a bit of an estranged relationship, so out of respect, I keep the out of the blog.

T. Time you wake up: 6:00 am.  Trying.

U. Underwear: I prefer comando, but the bladder issues gifted to me by my son has sort of but the kibosh on that....It's Mom-chones, now. Sexy.

V. Vegetables you don’t like: Lima beans, olives, and since the birth of my son--asparagus. Wait, are lima beans considered a veg, or just a legume? Do olives fall into the fruit basket? Whatever.

W. What makes you run late: Miscalculating how long it will take to pack up and get O into the car, and that I can't drive, so I'm always on someone else's clock.

X. X-rays you’ve had: Fairly certain everything on my body has been x-rayed, most likely, several times. It's a wonder O came out with just the one (welllll, two...ahem.) head.

Y. Yummy food you make: My husband is a Kitchen-Nazi, so I don't cook much, but I make a mean pot of spaghetti with meat sauce.

Z. Zoo Animal Favorites: Jirafas! And Elephants. Either, especially in baby form, are guaranteed to make me sqeeeeeee.