January 20, 2010
mom talk
[20:20] adrianne-> dude my son has that twinkle in his eye. he's going to be bad, i think.
[20:20] krystal2> yea, max spent 45 minutes tonight going through the shit in the couch cushins and eating it
[20:21] adrianne-> hahahaha
[20:21] krystal2> when he got to the marble i said "NO. JUST NO"
[20:21] krystal2> he said "pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?"
[20:21] krystal2> it was so sweet that i just said "ok, i guess"
[20:21] krystal2> :p
[20:21] adrianne-> yeah grey likes to pull himself up on his high chair and eat the chunks of food that are left in the seat
[20:21] adrianne-> HAHAHAHAH
[20:21] @kesseret> hahahaha marbles don't really hurt coming out, staples do.
[20:21] krystal2> hahahahah
[20:22] adrianne-> well trent saw a red polly pocket shoe in grey's poop today
[20:22] @kesseret> at least that's what my mom tells us (I ate staples as a kid)
[20:22] krystal2> HAHAHA
[20:22] @kesseret> oh MAN! rofl at polly pocket shoes
[20:22] krystal2> i hope it wasn't a stiletto, that could HURT
[20:22] @kesseret> did he 'fish it out'
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Posted by krystal at 9:17 PM | Comments (1)
January 7, 2010
life's a bleach
Last night Tess decided to clean her room. She sprayed bleach (the kind you use in the shower daily) allover her walls, her tv, her toys, her bed, her blinds and her brother. Kendall and I spent a lot of time getting the bleach cleaned up. Just like a hoarder, Tess stood there complaining about what we were doing. I honestly could have strangled her, not as much for what she did wrong, but for her ATTITUDE. She's fearless and unabashed. She needs to be taken down a notch and I'm just the mama to do it.
Max recovered nicely. He smells funky, but he's always smelled pretty funky.
Posted by krystal at 4:30 PM | Comments (1)
January 6, 2010
prozac free since 12/09
I quit taking my "crazy pills" a month ago. Maybe it was even in November, but I can't remember the exact date. I have to say that I am MOSTLY glad I don't take them anymore. One of the reasons I quit was because I've gained insane amounts of poundage and thought maybe it was because of the pills. (so far the pounds have not dropped off, which means that I was wrong about that one). I reasoned that maybe it wasn't a chemical thing causing the weight gain, but that the pills make me not care so much just how fat I am. That part, I believe to be true.
This brings me to the second reason for quitting. I realized that I hadn't shed a tear in a long long long time. I know that's possibly a good thing, but it's also bad. I wasn't "touched" or "moved" by things the way I've always been. I wanted to cry again. And cry I did.
I've noticed that what really has changed is that I get angry more. I feel like i need to ACT on things that are upsetting to me. This isn't always a good thing. I spend way more time now talking myself down from my grandios plans to MAKE THINGS RIGHT, DAMMIT. Luckily, I have a good support system. I can tell my friends what I am thinking about doing and then I need to listen listen listen so that I don't go off half cocked and make things worse. That can happen, ya know. I do listen, too. mostly. Then, once I'm calmer and not ready to explode on people, if I still feel like i need to fix things, I call my mom. She's the voice of reason mostly and she's pretty much my opposite when it comes to doing things. She prays and listens and volunteers and makes changes in the world in the most peaceful and kind ways. I am more inclined to yell at people until things are right. Mom rarely gives me advice, but if I ask, she guides me back to earth. I'm glad about that.
So glad...that I cry. again.
One other reason I wanted to stop with all of the prozac is because I wanted to see if I'd still break out in hives. That was my main reason for starting to take them. Life stresses me out and it's pretty evident by the fact that I become a welpy rashy mess when my mind and body have just had enough. So far, I've only had hives 2 or 3 times. Maybe I'm getting better at not being a stressball? Maybe the crying puts the hives on the back burner? I don't know.
I am so happy to cry happy tears now. I'm determined to put my extra angst and love and feelings and emotions to good use this year. I'd love it if I felt energized enough to go to the gym or something, but let's not kid ourselves. I am a potato. I've started back on WW and I plan on dropping my weight this year. I planned on that last year too :)
Posted by krystal at 1:50 PM | Comments (1)
December 30, 2009
fa la la la pbbbththh
I have post-holiday-too-much-time-with-the-kids-blues. It borders on depression at this point. What I really want to do is whine and whine and whine and cry about how tired I am, how sad I am and how I just need to get back to work. It's been done though. I've boohoo'd to everyone who will even look at me and that's that. I'm just going to have to work through this on my own, right? like people do.
Last night I went to Amy and Tyler's house for dinner and wine and it was such an awesome break. The turd child known as Max had to go with me because he's such a clingy kid that he can't let me leave him for even 2 or 3 hours. He finally came around and stopped whining in time for me to enjoy the company of adults and it was really nice to eat and drink and laugh with my friends. The only downer of that was Dan getting rear-ended (and not in a good way. har har) on 95 on the way home.
Today's Trevor's birthday. He's going to celebrate by going to dinner w/ my folks and then Saturday he and a friend are going to the movies. He always gets screwed over on his birthday because we're so exhausted from the holidays. He takes it well though and I've tried to make today special for him by only nagging him a little and by making him a cake with the kitchenaid mixer that I got for Christmas from Jake. I love my kids...all of them, even though I complain way too much about them.
Tomorrow night we're going to Becks and Aaron's house for New Year's Eve. It's going to be so nice to take the kids to mom and dad's house and go out. Plus we'll get to meet Jamie and Ashley's new baby, Phoebe. PLUS Tree's coming down and I miss her so. I plan on ringing in the new year with a new attitude and hopefully it'll stick. Good intentions are half the battle.
but for now....bleh.
Posted by krystal at 3:15 PM | Comments (2)
December 25, 2009
Christmas
I'm camped out upstairs in my room in the dark. Max is crashed beside me in bed. Every now and then he lets out a snort or says "no mama!". But for the most part I'm alone here.
Christmas has been awesome. Christmas Eve Eve was fun. I hung out at Suzie's and Kim and Cindy were there. The highlight of the evening was when Kim slapped Cindy up side her head for saying something completely not ok in the world of women who have got.it.going.on. We don't let people fuck with us or our friends and if they do, we slap our friends in the head til they stop tolerating it too. Then I came home and the neighbors came over. Many drinks were involved. fun.
Christmas Eve was a blast. I made dinner for some friends and our family. I'd never made prime rib before but my dad is a huge fan of it and he said I did it just as well as any restaurant. Booyah! I admit my creme brulees did not set up, but that's dan's fault. It always is, right?
Christmas morning was uh-maz-ing. The kids got so much stuff. I think they were all happy. BUT...Jake got me a kitchenaid mixer. I mean, the real one...the kind that I can't afford. I'm so happy I could cry. I did cry. My son...the one who sometimes forgets he's not the only human in the world...got me an effing amazing gift without prompting. He happened to hear me and my sister-in-law talking about it and he bought it for me. There's so much more than the gift that speaks volumes here...he heard something and thought about it in advance and acted on it. I think maybe he's going to be an awesome man or at least an awesome husband some day.
Then we went to moms. There was abundance everywhere. We had gifts and food and drink and love to the point where we all just needed to rest. So we came home and here I am...hiding upstairs. The rest of them are downstairs playing wii and I'm wearing my Christmas pajamas in bed with Max in the dark and life is just great.
Posted by krystal at 7:46 PM | Comments (1)
December 22, 2009
let it snow
We've been so snowed in this week. I refuse to complain because it's been the best thing to happen to me in months. I had my shopping mostly done but had no idea how I'd find time to wrap them. I also had no time to dye my roots and work on the Christmas gift I'm making for Ellis and Megan. Add to this the fretful feelings of not being able to get in the Christmas spirit because we're always on the go.
Enter the blizzard.
I don't know how it got called a blizzard. We got a lot of snow but it hardly seemed like a blizzard. It's just a lot of snow, but whatever.
I've gotten the gifts wrapped, the roots dyed, the gift almost made, and tons of in-the-spiritness has been had.
I feel like I was given the gift of slowed-downness and I feel so happy about that. I think maybe I'll schedule a snow storm like this every December.
Today it's back to work, and I'm actually excited to get out of this house for a bit.
Posted by krystal at 7:29 AM | Comments (0)
