I was dashing through the Walgreens across town today to grab BUBBLE GUM flavored children's ibuprofen because the "fruit" flavored stuff just ain't cutting it and if Thing 3 is going to insist on a 101+ temperature for days (and the Dude is going to get an ear infection) , I am sure as heck stocking up on the one medicine flavor they'll take without protest - and I had been thinking about how awful everything feels right now. The cold, the lack of sun, the multiple doctor visits where we're told to wait things out, despite the baby coughing so hard it made him throw up 4 times before 9 am this morning... so in this crazed haze, I cut through the Valentine's aisle on my way to the drugs.
And people, it gave me hope. I know there are people out there who claim Valentine's Day was invented by Hallmark and it's a unnecessary hassle - but to me, especially in that craptastic moment, it was a single, shining reminder that there is something to look forward to. Cutting up construction paper hearts and taping them up all over the walls, making Valentines with the kids, dying all their food red for a week and chocolate everywhere you turn...
If I was going to invent up some holiday to sell greeting cards, I'd put it in mid-winter too. Thank heavens some guy with a nifty name and did some nifty thing that we celebrate centuries later with cheesy cards and candy was born or died (I don't know which one it is) in the middle of February.
I need this holiday, y'all. Every crappy and overpriced heart - shaped anything - every DIY gift that includes sappy double-entendres - I need it. To the Pinterests we go!!!
Fact: my grand water experiment was over before the week was over. I drank so much water I got sick (go Reva!)
Fact: Last weekend the husband and I spent some time away from the kids and reality to celebrate our anniversary. It was so blasted romantic (all due to the hubs careful and awesome planning - so glad one of us can do that)and I think we should totally do it again in 10 years. He actually gave me a jar full of the reasons he loves me - ALL the reasons (which is why I hid it as soon as we got home:) and this necklace that has 10 stones surrounding the center -one for each year.
Fact: Oh yeah, it was our TENTH. 10 YEARS. Who called that?? Not anyone who was actually present 10 years ago because I spent most of the day crying and having 14 panic attacks. But YES. It HAPPENED.
Fact: Here is the 10 annual video of our year:
Insert witty closing sentence here. I've been too hazy since nearly killing myself with water to be witty.
There is no connection between this picture and this post. It just happens to make me laugh all the time. It might be my favorite thing the internets have ever done.
Also not connected is a big thank you to your responses to my purging questions, as well as all your other general input and awesomeness! I freaking love bloggeting.
Now, the point. I'm kind of feeling New Year's this year. I'm not going all crazy, but I feel a little jazzed trying to do better. The real reason is we put the two older kiddos in karate and they meet different days almost every day of the week at dinner time. I need to be on my game.
So, this morning I made a schedule, and decided to go on a water drinking challenge thing. I know I should try and be healthier, but I'd rather not change my eating habits or exercise. Ever. So water! I saw a picture of a lady in the Daily Mail who drank 3 liters of water a day for 4 weeks and at the end, she looked way better. Notably to me, the dark circles under her eyes were way less, and I want a piece of that.
So I drank just over 3 liters of water today, and ate some really unhealthy stuff, including a massive brownie. Except for the water, that's a normal Reva diet. And I have gone to the bathroom too many times to count and have a mad headache. I will feel awesome by February, right? Because I think right now my body is confused by all the water and my brain is swelling in shock.
And now, something else that made me laugh today:
It took a minute for me to get it. I think it totally fits for this post, too. If I drink a boatload of water, it cancels out every other bad decision I make within 30 minutes of drinking it!
T-minus 10 days until our 10th anniversary, and I haven't even started the video. I think I may be beat this year. Nothing is ever going to top when we almost started a housefire in year 7. This 55 second flip through instagram is trying to inspire me.
Happy IWILLDECLUTTER 2015! I've been productive today. I really, really want to get my life semi organized, and the first thing I'm doing is attacking the flotsam, aka my catch-all drawers. Seriousy, from just the 3 tiny hidden drawers in my dressers, I unloaded all this stuff:
And most of that is either put where it should have gone in the first place, or tossed out. It feels GOOOD!!! Except the trash dude isn't coming for another week and our bin is overflowing and there are apparently no local dumps that take random drop-offs. GRRR.
Anywho, I narrowed down what was left into 8 small sections that I just don't have places for yet. Or any idea of what should be done with them if they need something done with them. So I'm coming to you to help me organize the left-overs of my purge, the things I don't feel like I should part with but don't really know what I should do with them. Can you help me, my bloggity friends???
1. Cards/letters from the hubs.
2. My wedding invitations. (No joke, 10 years later and I find random ones everywhere)
3. Cards from former students.
4. Paraphernalia/mementos from my various bands.
5. Random photos I will probably never put into albums.
6. Drawings/letters/cards to me from WonderGirl's ICANWRITEWORDS!! phase, about age 5. SO FREAKING CUTE, though prolific. I tossed the random ones, but these were the sweetest ones.
7. Sentimental artifacts (shown: a boomerang from my trip Down Under and my old iconic red glasses).
8. Cards and letters from friends.
I'll totally repay you with interesting posts. That's another resolution of mine. I take requests, too. I'll need help with that as well :)
- tchau, 2014 edition. When I look back at 2014, I will remember it as the year I gave in. It was the year I started buying Suave shampoo. Suave.
I think that was my last holdout before descending into the "letting yourself go" territory. I've looked like a transient for years, but I'd still get the shampoo that promised volume and sexiness. It was a little bit of affirmation in the morning that I was still in the game. (Although has anyone ever looked at a woman and thought "dang, that volume is quite sexy"? I think we give hair a lot more clout than it actually has.)
But this year, I gave in to practicality. No frills. Wearing mens clothing unironically. And my shampoo wasn't fooling anyone.
I love Aldi. Love love love. It's the best grocery store ever. It limits choices and then wins points over for originality. Like, want brownie mix? There's one kind. One brand, one kind. Deal with it.
But then look over there! Really good (and cheap) goat cheese! Weird European pastries! And a whole aisle of random non-grocery stuff that changes all the time! No joke, one time I bought the husband a chainsaw there.
And the section, though limited, is always an adventure. Take my breakfast today:
Double chocolate granola! I'm going to be smug about my superior eating habits all day. Especially since something like this costs at least twice as much at another store.
But not being the healthy eating type, I'm not well-versed in the small print, so this part kind of worries me:
HAPPY ALMOST CHRISTMAS!!! I just have to let it be known that this year, I nailed the teacher gifts. Finally. Everyone got chocolate and hand sanitizer. YOU get hand sanitizer! You get hand sanitizer! YOU get hand sanitizer!
So THIS doesn't happen:
So you know how everyone was all deathly ill? I got a truancy letter from WonderGirl's school. It's required once a student misses a number of days, but good golly, really? I know it wasn't their fault, but it was signed by her principal who I'm pretty sure does not like me. Which is odd because EVERYONE likes me. So I kind of want to send her in next time she's puking, with the truancy letter pinned to her chest.
Also, just because I'm curious - if money and common sense were not object, what would you love to get for Christmas? I ask that just because I was wondering it about myself. So while you think of your answer, let me think of mine...
Maybe a vacation? Like a crazy, over-the-top and anywhere one. The last real vacation I think I was on was my honeymoon. Like, go somewhere and do fun things just for the sake of doing fun things without any extraneous obligations. Go to a tourism website and do everything they say you should do when you go to whatever place they say. Emu riding? Yes, please! In reality, I actually don't want to go anywhere because I have childrens and taking them or getting someone to watch them is just too much. But I said common sense was not a part of the equation, right?
Also... okay, this is sad. I just want a clean house. That's it. That would be the best thing ever. Of course to make that happen, that would also mean the kids (and probably I) would have to move out, but again, common sense be darned.
I laugh in the face of my last actual post. HahahahagdfGfghugds. I was dealing with almost a week of puking baby - which is rough - because they won't stay in one place so they are throwing up all over the house while you chase them down with a carpet cleaner. Ugh.
The hubs left town Sunday evening. At midnight, my mom came. At 3am, this one started throwing up.
And Thing 3 was still at it. I don't know what I would have done without my mom that week. SAINTHOOD EARNED.
I could count on one hand the number of times this 5 year old has thrown up on his life. He doubled his score Wednesday, poor thing.
But by the sheer spiritual connection my mother has, she knew weeks ago that she needed to come visit during that week. Canceled a vacation and ended up spending said vacation time helping me nurse all my hand back up health. Heck, the hubs was out of town all week, but spent the first day holed up in his hotel throwing up too. Him bring here would have been one more patient.
This post is dulldulldull, but it needed to be stated that my mother rocks So. Hardcore.