i was thinking about what i said in my last post & i just wanted to clarify something. i don't think I'm a cynic about everything in the world. mostly just love & romance & the chance of finding it in this day and age. that's the part i want to do better at. being less cynical about myself having the chance to find it. its just really hard when i see the "meat" out there. i do realize though that i'm probably way more sarcastic in everyday things than is healthy. but i hope i'm not too much of a complainer. i think sometimes i just need to vent & i have found that blogging has helped me vent (as its purpose is mainly a journal for myself) and vent to an audience that is not the person's face who ticked me off. so. anyway - i do want to be less of a cynic. and more of an achiever.
last night, i was on the phone with Megan. She called to tell me some good news. I was super hungry right when she called. and then I got super excited for her. So during our conversation, I managed to put a dent in a bag of chips from chili's & take a chunk out of some leftover Valentine's frosting. Whoa on the sugar overload. For someone who's cut out mass quantities of sugar in her diet, my body definitely went into heart-racing, sugar processing overload. for a while, i was even shaky. and definitely nauseated. who'd have ever guessed that my body wouldn't be used to something so simple as delicious frosting?!? it kinda makes me proud & excited - while at the same time, completely shocked to realize that my habits are changing. when i do eat junk, i don't finish off the whole package. i just eat a couple of bites. this is a big change for me. and - this is even bigger. when i do drink the dr - i enjoy it way less. i still love the taste. don't get me wrong. but i don't like the immediate bloating i feel & the burpy-ness that never bothered me before.
and last but not least - my "stinky" kid. boy, do i have a story here. every once in a while, i catch a whiff of one of my kids that I find incredibly offensive. (i suffer from sensitive nose syndrome - thanks dad!) this whiff is not just someone's smell. its rank. its putrid. its unacceptable. it smells like someone hasn't bathed in weeks, nor brushed teeth, nor wiped their butt. i've given the "everyone needs to go home tonight & take a bath & wash with soap & then put on clean clothes in the morning" speech before. i gave it last week. someone smelled rotten. i had a feeling it was one of two kids. whoever it was, it worked last week. i never quite pinpointed the culprit. but yesterday it was back with a large and in charge force. it made my eyes water it was so bad. a few dry heaves. so i gave the speech again. then i walked past a kid & knew immediately who it was. a few minutes later (after i'd stopped gagging) i pulled him aside & very quietly talked to him about how I thought he was the "stink problem" - don't worry i didn't say that. but i told him that he needed to take a bath again, and put on fresh clothes. now. mind you tomorrow starts two days of parent teacher conferences. so my kids took home their goals to set last night. they have to set 2 goals. they brought them back to me today. i got this child's paper back & there was something half erased on his paper, what appeared to be a third goal. he's not known for his superior spelling, so i couldn't quite make out what it said. so i called him up and asked him to explain. he said "oh, that says toilet habits. but i don't want it on my report card. but we're going to work on it." i was like "what?!?" so he explains "well, i'm not very good about wiping. and sometimes i just go in my pants cause i don't make it in time. but i'm going to be better about it." so then i felt this dread, cause i wondered if i have not let him go or something, causing him to have accidents. he clarified. no - its not because i won't let him - its out of sheer laziness. oh my gosh. i wanted to slap him. I DIDN'T. i left it at "that's a great goal. and please do, work on it" and then i sent him back to my seat and had a "moment" - to collect myself. cause i wanted to vomit my guts out at the thought of someone being so lazy they'd actually shit them self. man on manachevitz. i was grossed out.