So maybe I’ll update more, as I go about my life. Maybe not!
It’s been a horrid week with both my men down with D&V. At this point Adam is fine, but Simon is still suffering.
So my birthday lunch has been postponed until next week and tomorrow I will just get my haircut and have a few hours to myself.
And here’s a picture of my mum and Adam. Just cuz!
I can’t talk in detail about part of it, because I don’t really know who reads this and who doesn’t and I don’t want to spread a certain item of news through my blog, but suffice it to say, its bad. I’ve lost someone I’ve known for quite awhile (not a family member) who I was starting a new phase of our already wonderful friendship with. It was very very sudden and very very unexpected. Everyone who knew this person is in shock. RIP my darling. I’ll write about it more as I know the news has spread.
Then, Adam is ill. He’s been running a fever off and on all day, topping out at 101 F. That’s about 38 C. For the record, body temp in C means nothing to me. So our thermometer reads in F.
Finally, I’ve lost my wedding ring. I don’t wear my rings around the house, since my hands are constantly being washed, sucked on, covered in poo, what have you. So I take them off, slide them onto my watch band, secure the band and the whole caboodle goes in my jewellery box. I was doing this after getting home this morning when I tripped. And my rings went flying. I found my engagement and my claddagh rings, but my wedding ring seems to have disappeared. Simon and I are afraid it went flying out the open window, even though I am sure I heard three clangs as they hit the wood floor. So we will keep looking.
And thus ends my crappy day and my not so great week.
Next week is bound to be better…right?
Full of fibro flairs, cranky babies, busy work schedule and a mum ill in hospital.
I’m not much fun to be around right now but Simon has, as always, been a star.
More complete update soon. I promise.
Why? Because I am posting this from my iPhone!!!
That’s right boys and girls.
The darkside…
My life in bullet points: –
And that’s the news. I’ll try to be better at this again!!
As the title says, I am following Weight Watchers again. Not going to meetings, just online.
You see, when I did the program online about 8 or 9 years ago I was very successful at it. I lost a ton of weight. And then it started creeping back on so I started to go to meetings. And didn’t lose a pound.
So for some reason it really only works for me online.
I’ve been seriously following it for about 2 weeks, with a break for my Manchester trip, and have lost about 2 lbs. Which is a step in the right direction.
I have nearly 50 pounds to lose to get to where I want to be.
Let the meal planning begin…
was awesome!
Highlights: –
Realizing on the way to the airport that I had never tested the phone number I had put into my mobile for one of my friends. So I sent her a text from the taxi. I had the number right!
Almost getting on the wrong plane because they said what door but not what gate at the airport and I just joined the first queue I saw. Belfast City Airport really needs to finish the damn construction already.
Having no seat mate.
Going up to the ticket counter a the airport train station to be told that the next train wasn’t for 15 whole minutes. Um. Okay. So? Am I suppose to turn and walk away and head back to Belfast?!
Hoping I had gotten on the right train because there was only one sign and they never made an announcement. I had.
Phone ringing as I go to the street. T’was my other friend. She was there and checked into the hotel and we were roomies and come on up!!
The instant chat and gossip.
Others arriving avec champagne, chocolates and cake. Let the party begin!
Dinner at Wegamama.
The Comedy Store new comedy night. Glad it was only £3. 7 acts. 4 made me laugh. 1 made me smile once. The other two sucked rocks.
Sleeping until 8!
Not being able to get the other girls’ room on the phone and theorizing that they either a.) had been abducted by aliens or b.) that one had murdered the other. We even knew who had killed whom.
Meeting more friends (and some of their wonderful children) at Slattery. OMG THE CHOCOLATE!
Yet another friend driving me to the airport. And naming my new company (more on the company in a later entry).
Going to the wrong terminal at Manchester airport.
No seat mate!
Home to a big grin from my boy.
Had a great time. Can’t wait for the next one!!!
For Christmas, Simon’s parents gave me a voucher for treatments at the Aura Day Spa. A few Saturdays ago was my appointment to use said vouchers.
The one other time I had been to a spa in Belfast, for a manicure and pedicure, I had been highly disappointed. Not by the way my nails were done, but by the chilly surroundings. That spa is called Zen and I guess they were trying to be Zen with lots of stone work and bare walls. Too bad it came across as prisonesque instead.
So I was pleasantly surprised to walk into Aura and find myself immediately surrounded by nice smells, quiet music and friendly staff. I didn’t have long to wait before I was greeted by my first therapist, Lyndsay. She took me upstairs into the changing room and gave me a very fluffy dressing gown and slippers. I asked her what I should leave on and she said my bra and panties, so I did!
I then went in and sat in the lounge area, which had very comfy sofas, free juice and water. Apparently the juice type changes as there was a sign that said ‘Today’s Juice Is Orange’ with the orange written in chalk.
After a few minutes Lyndsay came back and brought me into the treatment room for my Renew Rose Radiance Facial. She helped me out of my robe and held it so she couldn’t see me as I slipped onto the table and pulled the heated blanket over myself. She then dimmed the lights and said ‘This bell will start and end the treatment.’ A little chime sounded.
Oh.My.God. The next hour was the most relaxing of my life. Lyndsay did several different treatments on my face, neck, shoulders and arms. There was some exfoliating and some moisturizing and a lovely facial mask. The hour just flew by and before I knew it she was ringing the chimes again.
Lyndsay then helped me back into my robe and suggested I might like to change into my regular clothes for my pedicure, so I wouldn’t mess them up getting dressed. I helped myself to a glass of OJ and headed to change.
I then went back into the lounge and finished my juice. After a bit of a wait Sinead came and got me to do my Deluxe Pedicure. She and I had a good chin wag while she scrubbed my feet and massaged them before slathering them with cream, wrapping them in plastic and putting them in heated booties. After that she painted them red and sent me on my way.
It was a fantastic day. I was so relaxed and refreshed and ready to go back to being Adam’s Mummy. Simon suggested I might like to do that more often and I would love to.
Anyone want to give me another voucher?
I was born.
Anyone who reads this blog for anything more than 2 seconds knows that I have quite a few health problems. Fibromyalgia. Type II diabetes. Anxiety Disorder. Borderline Agoraphobia. Early Degenerative Disease.
And I do everything in my power to not let these things affect the care of my son. I had a horrible fibro flair a few months ago and I managed to take care of him.
And then came this past Wednesday morning. When I woke up with a borderline migraine.
Now, other than a reaction to some stuff I took for my fibro right after diagnosis, I haven’t had a migraine in ages. I never have any warning that I am going to get them. They just show up.
So when Adam got me up about 530 Wednesday morning, I was hurting. And nauseated. And ready to steel myself to get through the day. I certainly could not ask Simon to take the day off. I would manage.
And then Simon got up for work. And took one look at me and said ‘Do you want me to stay home?’
At first I said no, no way. I can manage. I have to manage.
But he kept asking. And when it got to the point that I thought for sure I was going to have to puke I finally said ‘yes, please, stay home. I need to go back to bed.’ And I did.
And I felt like the worse mother ever. Mother’s are suppose to muddle through, no matter what. They are suppose to put everything to one side; pain, illness, sleep, to care for their children. And I just couldn’t on Wednesday.
I know, if Simon hadn’t been able to stay home, or had been on one of his trips, I would have managed. But I still felt horrible that I didn’t manage. That I, in the end, leapt at the chance to stay in bed for the day and not have to manage.
I know I am lucky that Simon could do that. And I am very thankful for it.
But, still, I felt like a bad mother.
Of course, most anything can make a person feel like a bad mother. There is so much competition out there, so much ‘my baby does this’ and ‘how can you not do that’.
Well, I lay enough guilt on myself for the decisions I make, I have decided to not play the ‘my baby is better than yours’ game. I refuse.
Although I am looking for a baby yoga or baby signing class, its part of the reason I am so reluctant to join a Mummy and Baby group.
That and the fact I’ll probably be about 20 years older than all of them.