School is supposed to start in exactly a week for us. With my biggest baby going into 1st grade and my littlest baby going into Kindergarten, I can’t help but think about how fast time is going. I’m so excited to see them learn and grow each day, but with the passing of those days, I also grow sad because they’re growing out of baby-ness. They don’t always want to be cuddled or get kisses from “Mommy and Daddy” anymore. In general, people say that even though the newborn and toddler phase is tough with the constant needing and crying, you’ll miss it when it’s gone. And though I didn’t believe it at the time, I do miss it. Even the late nights having to get up with the baby two or more times and make bottles, change diapers and rock them back to sleep. How is it possible to not want them to grow up, but in the same thought, be excited for the growth and change in their lives? I still don’t have an answer for it. But trying to catch myself in the hardest of times and remind myself that this won’t last forever. To immerse myself in the moments while I still can. Relish in, and be proud of these stubborn, wild, silly, funny and amazingly big-hearted boys we’re raising. They’re growing up, but they’ll always be my babies. (Reposted from FaceBusiness)
I reposted that because it’s something I actually wanted to write here, but trying to get pictures in here is stupid. We found out who their teachers are for this year (even though they won’t physically be in the class until all this COVID mess is over with). We’re supposed to go pick up their Chromebooks tomorrow so they’ll have something to do their school work on. Their teachers are supposed to be there too so maybe we can let the boys meet them when we go pick up their school stuff. I seriously cannot with how fast time is going.
Speaking of time, I’ve had my tattoos for a long time now. I got a bunch when I was freshly 18 and was taking a lot of drugs. All prescribed for my bipolar by my doctor, but taking a lot of drugs nonetheless. I got a lot of them when I was on them and I’ll just be honest. They’re shitty. I think I have 2 now that I actually like. Now that I’m on the right meds, I can see how out of my mind I was. That being said, after doing a lot of research, I decided to do tattoo removal. I’m getting 8 tattoos total removed. I can’t even begin to tell you how happy I’ll be that they’re gone. They’re just a reminder of a shitty time in my life, so I’m just ready to not be so ashamed of my body when I look at it. I can lose the weight, but the tattoos are gonna take a lot more than just working out.
As far as Noom goes, I have lost 15 pounds. I’m trying to get the hang of meal planning and grocery shopping. And actually sticking to the food for the week. We’re getting better at that, but I need to actually incorporate adding meals. I usually just skip breakfast and/or lunch. I just need to meal plan those in there too. Might even have to set an alarm to remind me to eat. I know, that’s sad I would have to do that, but it is what it is.
Okay, I’m going to end it here since it’s time to put the boys to bed.
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