I'm not really interested in talking weight loss today, because I've been way too concerned with other things. For one, my house is a disaster area and I'm close to losing my mind over not knowing how or when to clean it. Every pinterest board that has ideas for deep cleaning your house 30 minutes a day... how does one find the time when both children are in bed to clean? And when that time comes around, how do I justify giving it to the baseboards instead of my husband? And oh yeah, where does the energy come to do that? I'm losing weight AND breastfeeding... I think I'm losing more than my fair share of energy.
Another thing is that we've all been sick lately, and Brooklyn is the toughest. My sore throat and allergies are gone, Peyton's cold is all gone but the occasional (I never can spell that word right on the first go-around) cough, but Brooklyn's has been the toughest. At the risk of parental overshare, I'll just say that her digestive system just hasn't worked right over the past few months. She was put on a probiotic over a month ago, and it didn't really seem to help much. In fact, over the past week or two it seemed to be getting worse, so another trip to the doctor was in store for us this week. Doc pulls one of these, "And lay off dairy for a while" things, which, to Brooklyn, as to Brian Regan, spells out "and no more happiness!" Poor kid. After 5 days of being lactose free, it's 99% positive that she's lactose intolerant. Now, for me being lactose intolerant, it's no big deal. I don't like butter, milk, sour cream, yogurt, cream cheese or even cheese. I suck it up when I eat chocolate and ice cream and hope for the best. For the most part I've outgrown the worst of it. But my poor little girl... I can't tell you how many times she's asked for milk, ice cream, pizza and macaroni and cheese already this week. I know a few dairy substitutes (almond milk, margarine, breyer's lactose free vanilla ice cream which is AMAZING) but I'd love to hear what everyone else does for the rest. When she's older she can decide which things are worth getting sick for, but while we're potty training, I, nor the carpet, can handle dairy in Brooklyn's diet. The End. No more gross poop stuff, I promise. Just another piece of the stressed out puzzle.
Peyton rolled over from his back to his stomach today. In fact, he's been laying down next to me since I started writing this post and has already gone in a 360 degree circle. And I type 90+ words a minute, so yeah... he's fast already. He's stressing me out just thinking of all the stuff he's going to be getting into starting, like, tomorrow.
And then there's work, or rather, a lack thereof. Today I magically managed to get two kids to nap at the same time long enough to send out 17 emails. Yes, you read that right. 17 emails, one to each principal at the four LCISD schools, the four KISD schools I've applied for jobs at, the eight FBISD schools with vacancies I want to fill and Wharton HS. And I called the certification office and figured out why my two recent tests hadn't been added to my certification yet: I have to request that they be added. Have you ever heard of something so ridiculous? Of course I took those tests for my own personal benefit- I never DREAMED of trying to get a job based on my certification test. I just LOVE taking 100 question multiple choice tests and then writing an essay on a dead poet. In the words of the Monday Night Football crew, C'mon man! It's absurd that I had to pay $120 to take the test, then get my test results, and then have to pay another $77 to have my certification refiled after I requested my test results to be added. Just silly, and made me feel dumb. I hope I haven't lost out on a job opportunity because schools thought I was lying about my certification. There's a job fair for one district tomorrow, so I looked up when a couple others were... um, they already happened? Way to go for letting me know. Oh, you didn't advertise it? Why? More interested in filling the positions than in actually sorting through hundreds of applicants? Too bad- that's what you should do. Due diligence. I may be better than that person you happened to hear from first. Meet me! If I applied for multiple positions and have sent you follow up emails EVERY WEEK, don't you think you should send me a little shout out saying, Hey! Why don't you come to our job fair? You're obviously interested and we WANT someone who wants to work for us. Or at least post it on the FRONT PAGE OF YOUR WEBSITE. Don't make me google it to see if you've held a job fair already. It should not be secret. You won't get the best teachers that way.
And then I watched "Up" tonight with Brooklyn (and Peyton, after he woke up from his late nap). I wept, like always, when Ellie died, and Brooklyn looked at me and said, "That's so sad". I agreed. It reminded me that I've got a wonderful husband who I shouldn't take for granted. And holding Brooklyn while she said she was scared, watching her face light up when she saw that giant swarm of balloons rise above the house for the first time, and hearing her understand so much of the story ("Oh no, that bad guy!") and her attention to detail ("Where'd that little boy's hat go?") I had so much fun that I don't really care about all the rest of the crap that happened today. God let me have a wonderful family- a husband, a daughter and a son, all of whom love me more than I can imagine. Things will work out. I'm just going to hold everyone a little longer and trust that everything will work out. There are plenty worse health issues we could have, and we could be in a worse place financially... at least Brandon has a job, and he works hard at it and makes me proud. Everything will be alright. I've said my piece and I'm moving on.
Here's last week's photo: