A Child and a Puppy

The great news about having a child and a puppy is that when the child fails to pick up his things, the puppy will quickly dispense with those things, and you will ever after find them strewn about the house.

Me Before You

The last book that made me ugly cry harder than The Fault In Our Stars, was Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. I found out on Goodreads that apparently there is a sequel. I have VERY mixed feelings about this. VERY MIXED. But I do think this comment from the Goodreads page  probably sums it up the best. 

Now I think I'll go grab some Kleenex. You, go read the book, and be prepared to feel ethically unsettled by the content in a way that will leave you more uncomfortable than I could possibly explain. But in like a good/bad way. Also, bring Kleenex. I have never cried so hard from a book, never. But really, read it. And when you finish sobbing, give me a call. 

Clipped

Clipped in yesterday for the first time in at least 12 months. 

And what's more, I did it wearing (gasp!) horizontal stripes.

 #rockingbody 

Six year old sympathy

The great news about having a six year old is that if you ever want sympathy for having to get say, bilateral hip injections, you can just tell the kiddo you had to get TWO shots, and their little sympathies will be all over it. 

Why can't adult life be more like that sometimes? Where are pains can be worn like shots on our sleeves and the sympathies of those we love like band-aids trying to take that pain away? 

Amazon

How does Amazon know me well enough to recommend that I purchase timers? Also, why is it that I love timers? Because I do. I absolutely love them. 

That extra five minutes

Talking myself into swimming today was not easy, and when I got to the pool, I looked at the clock the entire swim.  Sometimes it is a battle, like really, a battle to get myself to workout. But sometimes on days like today, I reach my allotted time and then keep swimming for an extra five minutes just to prove to myself that I can. And sometimes, just sometimes, that last five minutes is the best part of my swim. 

I'm sure there's a metaphor in there somewhere. 

A Followup Post On Insomnia

No one is sadder about my difficulties sleeping than this guy. 

"Liz, it's one a clock in the morning. Will you please just let me sleep?"

But actually, I guess you could include the hubs or even me above ye old puppy  on the "Votes Against Insomnia" petition that I'm sure someone will be starting up any minute. 

My New Alarm Clock

Yesterday I was sleeping in (I've been working a lot of nights lately). Little man was ready for me to get up, but I was stalling. Finally, he came in and said, "Liz, I'm going to tickle your feet until you get out of bed." 

And then he did. He climbed right up in my bed and started tickling my feet. When I tried to move them or hide them, he pulled the blanket off and tickled my little toes until I got myself out of bed.

I think it goes without saying that he makes me happier than I could possibly explain. 

When Moms Say Stuff

Yesterday little man wanted to open a package before we got home from the store. He asked me if he could, and I said, "If it were me I wouldn't because I wouldn't want one to get lost or broken, but if you want to open it you can." He said, "You know what my mom says? She says that when moms say something you should listen. So that's why I choose not to open it." 

Good choice buddy. 

Jane Austen

I think this means I'm officially a grown up. Not only am I reading Jane Austen, thanks to Mrs. Nixon who told me to remember that it's a social satire, but it's in LARGE PRINT. Thank goodness. 

Now, let me go get my spectacles.