If not for the Lexapro and Xanax, I think I would be in full panic attacks at this point. The boys have been screaming a lot. If I go to the bathroom they both stand outside the door and they don't just yell, they scream, they wail, they make my ears bleed through the wood. All four girls are in testing stages, and both boys have separation anxiety. This is just a stage, and it will pass. I know this, I understand this and I am waiting for this. In the mean time, however, I need to live through these lovely developmental milestones.
Luckily, John came home early to take E to the doctor, so he instantly grounded me and brought me back to center. He dealt with the tantrums from his arrival on, and he has probably favor later, of the dirty kind. I've mentioned this before, but I respect the single parent population more and more each day.
In other, less child intensive news, I have placed "30 Day Shred" at the tippy top of our Netflicks queue. It came highly recommended by Linda at Sundry Mourning (see links list!) I'd link to the damn Amazon thing, but one of the internets in our house sucks right now and won't upload the page. We've been doing Leslie Sansone's Walk Away the Pounds for over 5 years now, and that is the only reason my ass does not have its own zip code. But I HATE HATE HATE the damn thing now, and am looking for a workout that suits my needs:
- 30 minutes or under
- Can be done in my home
- Will be worth my time
And, for hooray time, tonight is craft night. I'll be going for a little bit, but mostly I want to be at home, drinking and watching a big stupid monster movie while doing laundry. Then I want to pass the fuck out into sweet oblivion and wake up knowing that there are only 2 days left until weekend. Amen, and wish me luck.