Eis was up every few hours last night because she's in the crib. She went down earlier than usual... 2030 or so, which was nice, but was up at 2300, then 0100, 0500, 0645, and then I left for Zumba.
Zumba was quite difficult today. I took it easy -- luckily -- my blood pressure was all over the place. I got lightheaded more times than I can count. I was sweating a gross-feeling sweat and it just wasn't pretty. I think I waited at least a month before working out again, but even then, I didn't really work out much more until months later. I'll go again tomorrow... oh poo! I can't go tomorrow. I have my MRI scheduled for 1000 and that would only give me 10 minutes of Zumba. Boo.
I can't go Friday, either, since I'm going to Heights tomorrow and staying until I'm done packing up the house. It'll take a while, since I'll have Eisley. I'll not post again for a few days, then I'll do a recap, like I did over Thanksgiving and my surgery.
I have to find smaller boxes... I'm not sure where to do that, since I really don't want to buy boxes, but I suppose I have to. Smitty is coming to help on Sunday and bringing some guys. I am trying to figure out how to repay them... with cash or buy pizza and beer for them? Stephanie is coming to help, too. I wonder if she and Anthony drink. I could also buy sodas. I don't want to not give them anything because they're going to be moving some heavy stuff! I'll have to make sure Dad brings his dolly. I'll be monitoring at the house and Dad will be at the unit, making sure everything gets stacked properly to utilise the space in the best way.
As for today, I tried to nap twice, but it never panned out. Eis woke up as I was about to fall asleep the first time, then she woke up as soon as I laid down, the second time. I was so tired and cranky most of the day. I can't wait until Eis sleeps longer stretches in the crib. Too bad I have to mess things up in Heights, then Conroe, then DC! They're all spread just far enough apart to screw it all up. I hear traveling wreaks havoc on a baby's sleep.
I had to go to the mall today to try on Uggs and see which colour I prefer between the chestnut and sand. I thought I'd lean toward chestnut, but sand won me over. On the way out, I ran into an old friend. She's beautiful and preggo and married to a baseball player. I'm not surprised. I was thinking, there's a reason that wealthy people end up with wealthy people or athletes or celebrities and it's because you have to have money to hang out in the places that people with money or status would frequent. It's very rare that a somebody marries a nobody.
I have always had enough money to not be a nobody, but I'm certainly not a somebody and my frugality has never allowed me to be somewhere that somebodies frequent. I have always wanted to be a somebody, though. I imagined if Ty went into politics. I'd make a great politician's wife. I'm easy enough on the eyes and have a beautiful daughter -- we'd be perfect to stand in the background and wave to people. And I'm sure Ty wouldn't mind having young interns throw themselves at him, though he'd be dead meat if he did anything, unlike these guys nowadays... getting away with murder! (Not literally murder, obviously)
I made meatloaf for dinner and twice-baked sweet potatoes. I didn't have a recipe for either, so I made them up as I went. I was pleased with both. I had bell pepper, onion, and mushroom in the meatloaf and it was divine! Tyler hates my meatloaf. My dad didn't care for the bell peppers, but I love them and I was the one cooking... not to mention, I didn't realise he didn't care for them.
Well I have a headache, though am feeling less awful than I was on Monday. I want to get a massage, but figure I might as well wait until we've packed up the house. I'd hate to get one and get all stressy and waste it.
I hope I don't have anymore bad dreams about Ty. Dreaming he was shot was the most horrible dream ever. It wasn't a nightmare because I wasn't terrified. It was a bad dream because I was heartbroken. Don't worry, he didn't die. He was in a hospital in Germany in the trauma centre... But just knowing he'd been hurt was terrible.
What sucks more than having the dream, is waking up and not being able to see him or talk to him or anything to ease my fears. I just had to email him and wait hours and hours and hours until he was able to communicate with me.
No picture today. I was tired and in a terrible mood and forgot to take one.
Oh yeah -- Eisley's peed on me twice. Last night and tonight when we were about to get in the bath!
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