It's All Going Too Fast

I suppose it looks better since the swelling has gone down. And the knot behind his ear is gone. And he doesn't seem to act like it's sore, but it sure looked bad.

He's had a good weekend though. He loves it outside, and he's spent a lot of time outside 'helping' Daddy. They've been doing yard work, and we did some gardening today. 

I looked over at him last night as he was sitting in his little Coupe car watching his Daddy through the glass door, and I could see him at 16. The time is flying by so fast. It's all going too fast. There are moments that I just want it to stop - stand still. I want to let the moment sink in. (Last night was one of those moments). I want that memory engraved deep into my soul of my little boy watching his Daddy through the window. I want to freeze that moment. Because it's all going by so fast. 

This Chick Is Gonna Go PMS Crazy All Up In Here

Purchasing a box of tampons and 5 chocolate candy bars will get you pretty fast service at the checkout counter. No words were exchanged as the items were laid on the counter. The clerk quickly (and I might add a little nervously) scanned the items. I think she was thinking "this chick is gonna go PMS crazy all up in here". It didn't dawn on me until I was outside the irony of my purchase.

Remember the days when you used to hide them in the cart? ...the tampons, not the chocolate. I think now I hide chocolate. I've told so many people how I want to cut down on sugar, that I find myself slinking around corners at the grocery store trying to make my purchase of illegal chocolate goods before I can get caught. But I remember the days when purchasing tampons were the most embarrassing thing ever. Trust me after pushing a kid with a head WAY too big to come out of the pelvis of this body, there are other products (that I will spare mentioning) way more embarrassing than the cotton bullet. My mom is probably thinking, "I can't believe she just wrote that'.

Sorry, it must be the sugar buzz that I'm experiencing right now or the fact that I'm procrastinating. And I'm not a procrastinator. But I just don't want to do the laundry. And I don't want to clean up around the house.

Maybe I should go nap and sleep it off....

Please No More Drama

PLEASE no more drama today! I started off the day with a nice run. But then it sort of went downhill from there.

He fell and busted his ear and his head. Thankfully he's ok. It scared me bad when it happened. But he recovered (thankfully) quickly. It is getting darker purple as the day goes on though.

But it's just been one thing after another today. I'm exhausted. I'm operating on very little sleep. He didn't nap today. I could have used some downtime. And honestly he could have to.

On a different note, yesterday I took him out for our longest run yet. We made it 7 miles with the jogging stroller. To read about it and for a photo click Will Run For Ice Cream.

But at the moment, I'm counting down until Hubby gets home today. This Mom could use a break.

Just Don't Go There

I don't know about you, but I have a hard time sometimes not letting my mind 'go there'. You know that place where you just allow yourself to get worked up over usually uncontrollable circumstances.

I'm still concerned that Lil Man isn't talking. Yes, he just turned 2 in March. Yes, we are seeing progress. But there are days that it's more grunt and groan than words. By the end of the day, both of us are extremely frustrated. I discussed my concerns (yet again) with his speech teacher yesterday. She assures me that she really thinks he will get there.

Part of the problem is that I know a lot of times what he wants. And he gets irritated with me that I'm not getting what he wants because he knows that I know what he wants. So it's just easier to grunt right? So... very... frustrating because when I don't immediately give it to him, he gets frustrated and mad.. anyway.. I'm trying to not give in at the first grunt, but trying to get him to say a word. Hey, it doesn't have to sound like 'the word'. But any type of jabber will result in action over a grunt.

And then there are times where he is really trying to tell me what he wants, and I just don't understand. Those moments hurt. I see and feel his frustration, and at the same time I feel helpless because I can't figure out what he wants.

But I have to stop and remind myself that we are seeing progress. He now says about 50 or so words. And some of those words are quite clear and understandable even to strangers. I'm trying not to worry.

For Mother's Day we traced his hands and feet. As soon as we'd finished, I turned around and found him trying to trace his own foot. It was so cute.

He couldn't quite get it, so he turned his foot over and drew on the bottom. 

I had no idea that Motherhood would be so much fun (or so much work). It really does go hand-in-hand doesn't it? I wouldn't trade it for anything. 

Crisis Averted

I walked into the living room and found him undressing saying 'tinky' which is his way of saying 'Stinky' which is what we call poo.

He was just about to get himself out of it.. whew.. glad I got there when I did. Thankfully, of the many things that I've dealt with (so far) poo everywhere hasn't been one of them. 

I Zigged When they Zagged

Many images came to my mind as I stepped WAY out of my comfort zone and tried Zumba (rolling my eyes) of all things today. Fish out of water, an innocent squirrel being electrocuted on an electric fence - I'm pretty sure this was what I looked like as the room hip hopped, Salsa and swayed. I don't have a rhythmic bone in my body. If I ever thought I did, today proved otherwise.

I stayed in the back of the class and tried not to get in anyone's way. But then we had to turn around. Yes this little hip moving number had us doing a 360. So those in front of me were no longer in front but behind. She tried not to smile, but I knew she couldn't help it. Then as we turned again, she let out a little laugh. I knew she couldn't help herself. I had positioned myself where I couldn't get a glimpse in the mirror. I didn't want to know. But the smile and giggle told me that yep, this white girl can't dance. I leaned over to the good natured all-in-fun smiling lady and said 'I don't think my hips will move like that'. She said to give it time, I would get it. But I think under her breath I heard 'maybe'. Another lady remarked that she liked my shoes. I think she was just trying to make me feel better.

I'm thinking this is payback for making my child step out of his comfort zone and try Kindermusik. It took a few classes for him to feel comfortable. Now he's comfortable and enjoys the classes. I'm not really sure that will happen with me and Zumba.

I can hold a plank. I can do a few push-ups. And the bosu ball is no longer my enemy. But the idea of dancing and especially where others (gasp) can see me is way beyond my skill set. I'm actually still pretty surprised at myself that I even tried it. But there was also something exciting about stepping into something that was so far fetched and way out of my element for me.

Will I try it again? Sure, why not. I'll just keep telling myself that everyone is looking at me thinking "She's got the Moves like Jaggar".

Trying to Save Me From Myself

If you've been following my blog then you know that I have a sugar problem. If you are new to the blog,  "Hello and welcome, I'm Mrs. Glass and I have a sugar addiction." Lately it's becoming more apparent just how much of a problem with sugar that I do have. In the past, I sort of just laughed if off when people would mention the words sugar, drug and addiction in the same sentence. But I'm thinking, there really might be something to it.

See, I've been eating a lot of sugar lately. And I mean like over 100 grams of sugar a day several days out of the week.  There I said. It's out there for the world to judge. According to MyFitnessPal, I am supposed to have 30 grams a day. 

So, after my binge on Friday, I decided that yesterday was the day. NO MORE. I'm done. I was doing ok until about 4:00pm. Then the cravings hit. Before the night was over, yes I rummaged through and found some some Easter Sweet tarts and ate those. When I couldn't find anything else, I turned to chips. I'm not a chip eater, but I suppose I just wanted CARBS. 

Today? Well, today I'm back to eating my chocolaty sweets in excess. In fact, earlier I was eating Chocolate Chip cookies as I contemplated how I was going to cut down on sweets. I'm not obsess. I'm a little squishy around the middle. You don't want to see me naked, but I can usually camouflage my gut in most street clothes. Running clothes? Well that becomes a bigger challenge, and I keep saying I really want to get rid of my gut. 

So what's a sugar addict to do? Well, it's pretty evident for me that the "all or nothing approach" won't work for my situation. I came across this article "Painlessly Lower Your Daily Sugar Intake". I'm not one to add sugar to my foods. I don't eat sugary cereals. I drink water with every meal. I do enjoy Low Fat Chocolate milk as a recovery drink after my runs/workouts. But for the most part, it seems like my sugar consumption is  mainly sweets. And the very first tip was to "Cut down slowly. Forget going cold turkey. Therein lies failure. Instead, if you normally have two candy bars a day, cut to one a day. Then next week, one every other day. The following week, one every three days, until you’re down to just one a week. So cutting down slowly is the best way to tame a sweet tooth gone wild." Read more: http://www.rd.com/health/healthy-eating/lower-your-sugar-intake/#ixzz2SRoJ07tl

I'm going to try this approach (yet again). The problem for me is that I will buy one candy bar a day with the intention of eating just one candy bar that day. But by the end of the day, I'll eat another. Sometimes another. Yes, sometimes I will eat 3 in one day if I have access to them. 

But this time around, I think I'll ask for Hubby's help. I'm thinking of letting him put the sweets in a place that I don't know about. I will have my 'ration' for the day. The next day I will get my next 'ration'. 

This may or may not work, but I'm willing to give it a try. If I could ween myself off slowly to a normal amount, then maybe I can have a healthy approach to sugar. 

If this doesn't work? I'm thinking of seeking help from a nutritionist to help me get my eating on the right track. In fact, I may see one anyway as I know my diet needs an overhaul. 

So here goes.. Tomorrow is Day 1 of cutting down slowly. We'll see how I survive with ONE Chocolate Chip cookie. 

(I apologize to any of my readers who may read both of my blogs Today's Words of Glass and Will Run For Ice Cream. I normally don't duplicate posts, but this post is a cross-over post on both blogs. I wanted all of my readers to know that I'm starting my Sugar In Moderation program this week.) 

Shameless Self-promoting

I've spent part of my afternoon 'googling' trying to find out how to promote myself. Who does that?!? Seriously, who takes time out of their busy life to try to find a way to promote their blog/facebook fan page? (By the way, my fan page is www.facebook.com/TodaysWordsOfGlass) Check it out and like it pretty please. ;)

I giggled like a little girl when I told my husband I got another 'like' - that makes 25 I said enthusiastically.  He looked at me like - what is wrong with you? He's probably thinking that I really shouldn't have taken all of those antihistamines yesterday. Maybe I am on a Zyrtec buzz.

But yesterday was rough rough rough with the allergies. At 10pm last night, I told my husband, "Listen, I took an Allegra this morning, 2 hours later with the pharmacist's ok, I took a Zyrtec. I'm thinking it's probably frowned upon for me to take another one, but I'm in bad shape. So I'm taking another Zyrtec. If something happens, tell the paramedics I took the 3 allergy pills within the same 24 hours."... And then I drifted off to sleep.

How do I feel today? I got up feeling like I was hit by an antihistamine bus. Wow, I'm pretty sure that's what hangovers feel like. But I've been sneeze free for most of the day. I still can't breathe, but it's better than yesterday. So tonight I will take (just the one) Zyrtec and hope that after it gets into my system, that it will help. I have a 10 mile run that I need to complete tomorrow.

Hubby went turkey hunting today. Lil Man and I played, and then cleaned the house. Yes, he vacuums. He's actually quite good at it.

Check out the Elmo Shoes

So, he vacuumed while I cleaned the kitchen. I wiped down walls, cleaned the cabinets and even tackled the outside of the refrigerator. It's white again. The inside? Well, it can wait. I didn't want to be a total overachiever ;) 

But it was good to get the house cleaned up a little. Hubby came home with a turkey - YEAH! After he took care of his turkey cleaning duties, I made everyone lunch. 

Then I let the boys have some daddy/son time and I worked on my freelance work which was followed by 'googling' ways to promote myself. If case you forgot, the address to my facebook page is  www.facebook.com/TodaysWordsOfGlass. 

I hope everyone is having a great weekend. I'll giggle again if you 'like' me. :) 

Why, Why, Why?!?

Deep breath. Deep breath. I know better. I do. So why do I let myself get back to this point? Why, why, why must I feel like I am always justifying my actions. I shouldn't feel the need to explain to other people that I am doing the best that I can do to help Lil Man with his speech delay.  I want to scream sometimes that just because my son isn't in daycare that he gets A LOT of interaction with kids. We don't stay holed up in this house never seeing the world outside.

There is a voice inside me screaming 'Look. Look. Look at my calendar. At least 3 to 4 sometimes 5 days out of the week we are with other kids. His speech therapist has remarked how great I do with getting him out among his peers. But I feel like I am constantly defending my actions. I feel like because I am a stay-at-home mom that I have to constantly reinforce to people that my child has interaction with other children.

And let me tell you, sometimes it's not easy. That's right. I said it. Sometimes it's not easy to be gone half to three-fourths of the day to get home to a messy house, laundry everywhere, meals that need to be prepared, freelance work waiting to be completed, and spending quality time with Lil Man.

Maybe one day I'll wear a video camera on my head and record for a day our activities. I can pretty much guarantee you that I won't be peeing or pooping alone.

Yes, my kid has a speech delay. Yes, we are seeing progress (slow, but progress). And yes, he has speech therapy that we do faithfully. And yes, he has interaction with other children. Yes, I read him tons and tons of books. Yes, I label everything. Yes, I give him choices.

But you know what I'm really upset about? That I still let others' opinions and comments get to me. That's the real reason for this rant. I am upset with myself that I still after 40 years on this earth feel the need to justify myself to other people. And I still shrink from rejection or the thoughts of rejection. And it makes me mad that I allowed myself to mentally go there today.

Trying Something New

Bear with me, I'm trying something new. I have two blogs -  A Day In The Life of Mrs. Glass and Will Run For Ice Cream. And for awhile now, I've debated about combing the two. But I've held off because the target audience is different. One is more running related (hence the title) and the other is more about my life in general as a wife, a stay-at-home mom to a toddler, and the balancing act of it all. So for now, I will keep the blogs separate.

However, I've added a community page on facebook Todays Words Of Glass . And I plan for this page to be a cross-over of both of my blogs. But I don't want this page to be just about my blogs, but I would like for my readers who are on facebook to interact also. The general description of the page is this: "I'm a mom, a wife, a runner, a blogger, and an ice cream addict. This page is for anyone who has ever had the desire to be a better person, has ever had a goal, and knows first hand that there are ups and downs in life."

So I guess this is my 'launch' post for the page. If you could take a moment to like it, share it with friends, and share your ideas, I would really appreciate it.