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Mr. Hubs swears that since I quit my job that I have become more scatterbrained. I think it's true. I can't remember from one minute to the next what I was doing. I think the problem was that when I was working I was on the computer more frequently than I am now and could leave myself notes and reminders to do stuff. It doesn't work now. I've had a reminder on my calendar to call and get my dogs an appointment for a haircut since Monday. They still don't have an appointment. Maybe I should do that. Hold on...Okay, they have an appointment. One thing off my list.
This week has gone much better than last week. I've even managed to feed the babies everyday this week (baby food). Diva is feeling better and so far Shrek and Donkey have not caught her disease. Sleeping has even gone a little better this week. The little pancakes haven't flipped themselves over as much this week. Instead Shrek just lays in there talking to himself at 2:30 in the morning. I won't lie, we've turned the monitor off a few times this week because of his talking.
I've had a job offer this week for a part time position. I was tempted. The truth of the matter is that I really like staying home. I turned the offer down. I told myself I would take a year off before even considering a job. My last job was emotionally difficult and I let myself get very burned out. I stayed longer than I should have. I need a break. If I ever return to work I don't think it will be in the child abuse field. I don't have the heart for it anymore.
I had a realization this morning. These kids really slow me down! Sheesh! I was making a list in my mind this morning (very dangerous since I probably won't remember it) of what I wanted to get done. I need to go to the store and get supplies! Dang, the boys are napping. I can't just get in the car and run to get what I need anymore. I remember the day when I could just go and do whatever I wanted. I had a pang of grief for that freedom. Last night while trying to get Shrek dressed for bed the onsies I thought he had that fit were stretched so much he was popping the buttons open. So, needless to say, Shrek doesn't have as many warm weather clothes as I thought he did and he needs some onesies to sleep in. Donkey on the other hand has an abundance of clothes now. Again, my day is at their mercy. Then I have to decide if what I want to go get is worth the 3 ring circus it takes to get to the store and dealing with the stares and questions that accompany any outing. I'll probably do some online shopping for a few of my "wants."
Nothing else exciting has happened around here this week. I did a closet purge yesterday and the sad part is that you can't really tell that I cleared out 10 paper sacks worth of clothes. I did finally part with all the clothes that were too small for me. I was holding onto a lot of clothes that I wore before I had Diva--that's over 4 years. I'm not sure I will ever get back to that place. I like to eat to much and I have been making a million excuses not to exercise. Like now, I'm blogging instead of getting my jiggly butt on the elliptical. I need to find some motivation--badly. I'll search for that this weekend.
Thanks for listening to my random rambling....hope everyone has a good weekend. I'm going to try to remember what I had planned to do this weekend.

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