So, I did it. I cleaned out the kids’ and my dressers. I brought 6 trash bags to GDubbs in Somersworth…and when I got there, they were closed.
I found the three pairs of those low-riding Roxy pants I bought when I was heavy. I looked and looked for those, figured I must’ve gotten rid of them. They didn’t fit right when I bought them, but now they’re pretty cute. I will have to have them hemmed, though.
Finny threw up just now in three different places on the living room and kitchen floors. He does it all the time, like Louis used to. No hair ball, just phlegm.
Back to work tomorrow. That’s it, just back to work. It’s a short day, 7-3. I hope Annie is back. I hope I can sleep through the night, so I won’t get up and eat. It’s been yet another really bad week.
I can’t just wait for the Depo side effects to wear off. If I do that I’ll gain 20 pounds! I’ve got to do something. I’ve done zero biking for what seems like weeks.
This is a terrible time of year for me. Maybe it’ll get better with reduced hours?
Oh, and at the end of the day, my hangers came. If they’d come earlier, that would’ve been today’s project. Oh well, there’s always Saturday or Sunday. I’ve still got those.
If you pray, say a prayer for the man in my aunt’s life. He has an ultrasound tomorrow morning because something’s not right. I can’t get into anymore detail than that. He’s not young. She’s a nurse, and I know she’s worried.
I can’t think of anything else I have to share. I think this might be it for tonight. Good night, readers.