I’m rewarding myself for resisting the urge to log into the computer and waste endless hours surfing aimlessly. I’m sorry if you missed me. Well, not really sorry to be honest because I actually accomplished some stuff! Yay!
The past few days here in Southern Ontario have been absolutely BEEEEEYOOOOTIFUL! So I took advantage of them. Tuesday at lunch I came home, let the dog out to make an arse of herself chasing squirrels, spent 10 min trying to track down a pair of shorts, then headed out for a 2.4km run. Yes I did it! I finally ran again! And it felt soooooooo good! So good that I ran 3.1 km yesterday at lunch! Only yesterday I got BUSTED! I let the dog out to chase squirrels so that I didn’t have to take her with me. But she saw me through the fence at the side of the house as I walked down the driveway. She then made an arse of herself whining because I didn’t take her. I apologized to her when I got back, and have promised to take her the next time I run.
Early this morning (5am) Brooke woke up. Sierra had a difficult time falling asleep, so Rob was sleeping with her and was on “Sierra duty” leaving me on “Brooke duty”. I went to Brooke and she wanted to nurse. I nursed her and she had fallen back to sleep (so I thought). I went to put her in her crib and she began screaming. I then smelt diarrhea. Sure enough she had the runs. I changed her then she wanted me to read to her. I read some books, then she turned to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me (so cute). i took the message and rocked her back to sleep. I gently placed her in her crib and as I
left her room made my escape, she began to throw up. I changed her pj’s and changed her sheets. As changed her sheets I noticed there was also some non-fresh vomit. Sometime between the time I put her to bed, and 5 am, she threw up, but didn’t cry, just rolled over and went back to sleep! She’s so easy going that that doesn’t surprise me that she would do throw up and just go back to sleep. Needless to say I had to take today off of work to stay home with sick wittle Bwookie.
9:30 am Brooke finally fell back to sleep. I totally resisted the urge to log onto my computer. Instead I finally tackled a job I’ve been meaning to do for months and months. I sorted my clothes. I took all of my clothes from the drawers, the closet and my box of prepregnancy clothes that Rob found in the garage and dumped them into one huge pile in the bedroom:
Then I sorted them. Maternity clothes in one dresser, clothes that I can still fit in into another, and running clothes into a drawer of their own. I filled a box with clothes that are ripped, stained, stretched out o shape etc, and have a small bag of clothes to donate. This is what my room looks like now:
My next job will be to tackle the enormous amount of baby clothes and kids clothes that Sierra and Brooke have grown out of. Sort out what I can donate, throw out, and keep to pass down to Brooke. The work I did in my room only took an hour – so if I can get someone to entertain the girls for two hours, I’m sure I can complete the kids clothes job.
Wow! I feel so accomplished that now I feel like celebrating. Anyone want to come over and have a beer with me?