Good morning, peeps!
First, I have to say that I think it's hilarious that I lost 2 followers after blogging last week about my struggles. I guess as soon as you start having a hard time, people aren't interested. I personally only drop people when they don't blog for a super, super long time, or if they are posting things I find offensive.
Maybe struggling is offensive to some people? Eh, I don't know.
I also want to thank everyone who sent up a prayer for my nephew and his family. He is doing ok. He's getting help.
Back to the subject at hand.
SO, I have said before that I am an addict and I'm in a step program. Well, I've been doing a lot of thinking and writing and talk to my HP. I am in a much better mindset now.
I need progress, not perfection.
Striving for perfection, and seeing in only black and white has only made me fall and fail. Not just fall, but move BACKWARDS.
I AM NOT PERFECT
I WILL NEVER BE PERFECT
THIS IS OK!!
Right now, it's OK for me to "try" hard. I know, I know "Do or Do not, there is no try" (Thanks Yoda). But
for me, right now, every moment I will be trying to make the absolute best decisions I can.
This mornings best decision was to bypass Starbucks.
So, here is the menu:
Click protein coffee
2 morningstar veggie sausages, 2 tbs natural PB
2 oz 75% reduced fat cheese, 1 large banana
large salad, lots of chopped veggies, 1 oz almonds, 2 tbs craisins, 2 tbs homemade dressing, banana peppers, green olives
click protein coffee (if I need it)
Dinner still up in the air. Maybe some whole wheat pasta with home made sauce. Or a sweet potato with mexican spiced ground chicken breast.
My emotional and mental focus today is giving it all up to God. He showed me he is here for me and he is listening to my seemingly insignificant problems. He is my Srength and my Peace. Only He can take this obsession away from me. I need to do my footwork, but He removes my turmoil.
I am foot-working it by making my absolute best decisions I can for what to put in my body.
I have clothing goals for the end of the summer. Not scale goals. I have 2 pairs of pants. One fit me, but not very well. The button, but are quite tight. The other barely comes over my butt. By the end of the summer, I want the first pair to be on the loose side, and the second to fit. I can't wait.
That's all for now. Work, work, work, school, school, school.... busy day
PROGRESS!
Monday, April 30, 2012
Thursday, April 26, 2012
The big break
Struggling through these few days
Who am I kidding. I'm just plain struggling.
With eating, especially.
I am diving headfirst into the temporary comfort the food can bring.
I am choosing to ignore the consequences.
I simply can't do anymore... anymore scheduling, running, making, finding, worrying, stressing, crying, screaming...
remembering.
wishing.
wondering.
caring.
doing.
Something was going to break, and it ended up being my food.
I'm still exercising, and using it as a form of stress relief.
But my emotional eating has gotten a hold of me.
I will keep trying to get out of the grip.
But I am telling it like it is right now.
A while ago I talked about how things were going to change, and it was exciting and I couldn't wait. I didn't want to say too much about it, because it wasn't a sure thing. Well, a few months ago, the hubs and I decided we wanted to move to Seattle to be near my brother and his family, and to start over in a more health conscious area, with great youth programs.
We met with a real estate agent, who sadly told us that our codo could sell... for about $30,000 less than we owed on it. Obviously, not happening. So, we began to do some DIY cosmetic stuff. Well, it's not going to matter. The market will probably take years to recover.
In other words, my dream of moving has been completely dashed. We aren't going anywhere. We can't even move locally, never mind out of state!
It's been a big dissapointment to me. I haven't talked with my brother, because I feel like I have to tell him it's never going to happen, and I don't want to tell him that.
Well... anyway... I'm sure things will start to look up when the stress of these last few weeks of school is over... right?
Right?
Please, let that be right...
Feeling broken - I'm out.
Who am I kidding. I'm just plain struggling.
With eating, especially.
I am diving headfirst into the temporary comfort the food can bring.
I am choosing to ignore the consequences.
I simply can't do anymore... anymore scheduling, running, making, finding, worrying, stressing, crying, screaming...
remembering.
wishing.
wondering.
caring.
doing.
Something was going to break, and it ended up being my food.
I'm still exercising, and using it as a form of stress relief.
But my emotional eating has gotten a hold of me.
I will keep trying to get out of the grip.
But I am telling it like it is right now.
A while ago I talked about how things were going to change, and it was exciting and I couldn't wait. I didn't want to say too much about it, because it wasn't a sure thing. Well, a few months ago, the hubs and I decided we wanted to move to Seattle to be near my brother and his family, and to start over in a more health conscious area, with great youth programs.
We met with a real estate agent, who sadly told us that our codo could sell... for about $30,000 less than we owed on it. Obviously, not happening. So, we began to do some DIY cosmetic stuff. Well, it's not going to matter. The market will probably take years to recover.
In other words, my dream of moving has been completely dashed. We aren't going anywhere. We can't even move locally, never mind out of state!
It's been a big dissapointment to me. I haven't talked with my brother, because I feel like I have to tell him it's never going to happen, and I don't want to tell him that.
Well... anyway... I'm sure things will start to look up when the stress of these last few weeks of school is over... right?
Right?
Please, let that be right...
Feeling broken - I'm out.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Loss and Expectations
I knew this would be a busy, hectic day.
I knew this would be a difficult day.
2 years ago today we got the call that my cousin, this sweet, loving, amazing, young man was gone.
I could recount every detail of that night. How I was correcting tests when the phone rang. How I was pregnant with my Thing 2. How I felt like my legs gave out underneith me when my mother choked out the words. How the first thing thought was that it must have been a car accident. How my Mima sat on the couch at my aunt's house and truly did not understand what could have happened. How I just kept thinking there was NO WAY this wasy true. NO WAY he could have done this to himself.
I went so far as to say maybe it really WAS a mistake - did they find someone else hanging in my cousins closet? Maybe it wasn't really him. I spent DAYS thinking this.
But it was him.
I knew today would be difficult.
I expected it.
What I did NOT expect was to get a call that my 13 year old nephew, who has been the subject of bullying in school, attempted suicide this morning.
What can I even say about this?
He is ok. He stopped himself. He is getting help.
All I can say is pray for him. Pray for his mother and father, who could have lost their only baby boy today. Pray for your families and children. Hold those children extra tight tonight and tell them you love them more than anything else in this world. I know that's what I will be doing.
I knew this would be a difficult day.
2 years ago today we got the call that my cousin, this sweet, loving, amazing, young man was gone.
I could recount every detail of that night. How I was correcting tests when the phone rang. How I was pregnant with my Thing 2. How I felt like my legs gave out underneith me when my mother choked out the words. How the first thing thought was that it must have been a car accident. How my Mima sat on the couch at my aunt's house and truly did not understand what could have happened. How I just kept thinking there was NO WAY this wasy true. NO WAY he could have done this to himself.
I went so far as to say maybe it really WAS a mistake - did they find someone else hanging in my cousins closet? Maybe it wasn't really him. I spent DAYS thinking this.
But it was him.
I knew today would be difficult.
I expected it.
What I did NOT expect was to get a call that my 13 year old nephew, who has been the subject of bullying in school, attempted suicide this morning.
What can I even say about this?
He is ok. He stopped himself. He is getting help.
All I can say is pray for him. Pray for his mother and father, who could have lost their only baby boy today. Pray for your families and children. Hold those children extra tight tonight and tell them you love them more than anything else in this world. I know that's what I will be doing.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Weekend Warrior - long
Yes, that's right. I am a warrior.
Well, I prefer warrior princess, but regardless.
I conqured what I anticipated to be a horrible weekend of exercise. I was SO not into it on Friday. Not looking forward to one little iota. But it all changed.
Saturday morning I went to "Iron (Wo)Man" at Tuff Girl. You may remember this was the format I cried at the last time I did it. It's very different than the Tabata style work-your-hardest-for-40-seconds-and-rest-for-20-seconds workout. It's all about the reps. I'll give you an example.
The strength section was Romanian DeadLifts (65lbs), Exploding shoulder presses (25lbs), and Goblet squats (35lbs). In total, we did 44 of each, in a step-ladder format. This needed to be accomplished in 10 minutes. Then you move on to cardio.
Cardio was 25 each of Jam Ball Slams(20lb), ball climbers (mountain climbers with your hands on the medicine ball instead of the floor) and half-burpees. 25 of each - repeated 3 times, for a total of 75. THEN, you move on to TRX. Do it in 10 minutes
TRX was 25 each of Y-Flies (or rows), pushups, and bridges. Repeat twice for a total of 50 each. Do it in 10 minutes.
It. was. ridiculous.
I fell a little short on my reps. In stregnth, I was about 10 goblet squat reps shy of the end. In cardio, I completed 2 of the 3 rounds, and I finished the TRX just after the timer.
I don't care. At least I didn't cry!
I was already hurting later on Saturday. I took an Epsome Salt bath (super hot) that night, and I could tell it helped, because I was able to get up out of bed the next morning without wanting to die. This is a very good thing, because I had a 5K to run.
My friend and I signed up to do this 5K "Run for the Music"to benefit The New Haven Symphony Orchestra. I was not excited about it, because, although I have been working out, I have NOT been running. So, I just got it into my head that there would not be a PR, and I would just do what I could do.
Well, we started off great. However, my friend started having an asthma attack in the first mile! We walked around the course to get her to the paramedics, (who gave her albuterol and she felt better). I asked her if she wanted me to stay with her. I was hoping she would tell me to go, because I was NOT about to have a DFN. She told me to go, so I took off. It had taken us about 15 mins in that first mile, so I had a lot of ground to cover. I felt good about my pace, and careful to watch where the course was going... and then I saw it... the big hill. It was a very long, slow hill. I just kept saying "it has to end soon!"... well, not soon enough. I ended up walking up about half of it. But then I got to run down it! So that was cool!
All through the race I had noticed this woman in front of my. She was a slower runner, like me. She was always within a block ahead. Well, with about .75 to go, I decided I wanted to beat her. So, I dug down picked up my pace. Soon enough I was going past her. I ran a little more and had to walk for a moment. I could see the finish line ahead. As I walked for a moment, Ms. Number 10 came up next to me. She looked at me and smiled - "We are almost there!" I smiled and started running again. We crossed the finish line together.
So, no, I did NOT have a PR. I ended at 40:36. I am not dissapointed. I am just proud I did it, and really proud I finished it.
I am suffering today, even after another Epsome Salt bath last night. I don't care. I am a f*cking rock-star.
Ate a few too many not-on-the-menu things yesterday, so I am back to ultra clean today. Phasing out the artificial sweetener. Never thought I would see the day. I'm trying it for a week. You can do anything for a week, right?
That's all I have for now. Exam tonight - the semester is SO close to being over. I can't wait!
Well, I prefer warrior princess, but regardless.
I conqured what I anticipated to be a horrible weekend of exercise. I was SO not into it on Friday. Not looking forward to one little iota. But it all changed.
Saturday morning I went to "Iron (Wo)Man" at Tuff Girl. You may remember this was the format I cried at the last time I did it. It's very different than the Tabata style work-your-hardest-for-40-seconds-and-rest-for-20-seconds workout. It's all about the reps. I'll give you an example.
The strength section was Romanian DeadLifts (65lbs), Exploding shoulder presses (25lbs), and Goblet squats (35lbs). In total, we did 44 of each, in a step-ladder format. This needed to be accomplished in 10 minutes. Then you move on to cardio.
Cardio was 25 each of Jam Ball Slams(20lb), ball climbers (mountain climbers with your hands on the medicine ball instead of the floor) and half-burpees. 25 of each - repeated 3 times, for a total of 75. THEN, you move on to TRX. Do it in 10 minutes
TRX was 25 each of Y-Flies (or rows), pushups, and bridges. Repeat twice for a total of 50 each. Do it in 10 minutes.
It. was. ridiculous.
I fell a little short on my reps. In stregnth, I was about 10 goblet squat reps shy of the end. In cardio, I completed 2 of the 3 rounds, and I finished the TRX just after the timer.
I don't care. At least I didn't cry!
I was already hurting later on Saturday. I took an Epsome Salt bath (super hot) that night, and I could tell it helped, because I was able to get up out of bed the next morning without wanting to die. This is a very good thing, because I had a 5K to run.
My friend and I signed up to do this 5K "Run for the Music"to benefit The New Haven Symphony Orchestra. I was not excited about it, because, although I have been working out, I have NOT been running. So, I just got it into my head that there would not be a PR, and I would just do what I could do.
Well, we started off great. However, my friend started having an asthma attack in the first mile! We walked around the course to get her to the paramedics, (who gave her albuterol and she felt better). I asked her if she wanted me to stay with her. I was hoping she would tell me to go, because I was NOT about to have a DFN. She told me to go, so I took off. It had taken us about 15 mins in that first mile, so I had a lot of ground to cover. I felt good about my pace, and careful to watch where the course was going... and then I saw it... the big hill. It was a very long, slow hill. I just kept saying "it has to end soon!"... well, not soon enough. I ended up walking up about half of it. But then I got to run down it! So that was cool!
All through the race I had noticed this woman in front of my. She was a slower runner, like me. She was always within a block ahead. Well, with about .75 to go, I decided I wanted to beat her. So, I dug down picked up my pace. Soon enough I was going past her. I ran a little more and had to walk for a moment. I could see the finish line ahead. As I walked for a moment, Ms. Number 10 came up next to me. She looked at me and smiled - "We are almost there!" I smiled and started running again. We crossed the finish line together.
So, no, I did NOT have a PR. I ended at 40:36. I am not dissapointed. I am just proud I did it, and really proud I finished it.
I am suffering today, even after another Epsome Salt bath last night. I don't care. I am a f*cking rock-star.
Ate a few too many not-on-the-menu things yesterday, so I am back to ultra clean today. Phasing out the artificial sweetener. Never thought I would see the day. I'm trying it for a week. You can do anything for a week, right?
That's all I have for now. Exam tonight - the semester is SO close to being over. I can't wait!
Friday, April 20, 2012
I was going to post - but I really, really HATE the new Blogger.
HATE
HATE.
Doing... well, crappy, I guess. If I really want to be honest. Eating crappy. Working out like a mad woman.
Tomorrow mornings workout is called Iron (Wo)Man. This is the one I cried at about a month ago.
Awesome. Can't freakin' wait.
Sunday I am running a 5K in the AM. It's going to be dreadful. Not ready at all. I've been exercising a bunch. but not running enough.
I'm snarky and sarcastic today, so I am going to save you from me.
What do YOU think of the new Blogger set up?
Night, peeps...
HATE
HATE.
Doing... well, crappy, I guess. If I really want to be honest. Eating crappy. Working out like a mad woman.
Tomorrow mornings workout is called Iron (Wo)Man. This is the one I cried at about a month ago.
Awesome. Can't freakin' wait.
Sunday I am running a 5K in the AM. It's going to be dreadful. Not ready at all. I've been exercising a bunch. but not running enough.
I'm snarky and sarcastic today, so I am going to save you from me.
What do YOU think of the new Blogger set up?
Night, peeps...
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
164, and other numbers
I have been procrastinating big time on blogging. I don't know why... I just haven't been into it. But, here I am. Just a like e good workout, I know I will feel better once I do it.
Speaking of workouts, I have re-started TurboFire. I started on Sunday. Today is my "rest day", even though it was supposed to be yesterday. I have to tweaking the scheduling of the program a little, because of my schedule for the next few weeks. I like it a lot, and even though it's all cardio, the kickboxing moves really work my upper body. My shoulders have been killing me! I am still working it at Tuff Girl on Saturday mornings, and still very excited to start 2 days a week near the beginning of May. I feel like between the 2 studios, I will be ready in September.
This past Saturday we did a Mud -Run specific workout at Tuff Girl. It was amazing. The one thing I was super worried about - rope pulls - I did in FABULOUS fashion! The ropes were tied to the top of the TRX. You lay down on your back underneath the rope and, with your feet planted on the ground, you use your arms to pull yourself to standing, and then lower yourself back down (Which was definitely harder!). Boy, did I hurt after this workout, but I was SO proud.
This coming Saturday is the Iron (Wo)Man workout. This is the one I cried at last time. I am a little scared. Ok, a lot scared. But, I will be there.
Alright, enough procrastinating. Eating has not been great. It hasn't been TERRIBLE... but not great. But, I keep trudging along. I am starving, starving today. Packed good food, but I've already eaten it all and I have class till 8. Damn. Not even sure what is on the docket for dinner. The worst thing you can do is be hungry, on the verge of eating crap, and walk into your house with NO concept of what to have... *sigh*
Here are some random numbers for you:
2 - Dietetic classes left for the semester
3 - Bio labs left for the semester
4 - days in a row I have exercised
5 - Biology classes left in the semester - 2 tests will be given within those 5 classes. W.T.F.
164 - Days till my Rugged Maniac
40 - number of pounds I can goblet squat
3 - number of assistance bands I need to even come CLOSE to a pull up... haven't actually done one yet.
30 - number of pounds I still want to lose before being evaluated for plastic surgery.
Speaking of surgery... Thing 1 asked me the other night while we were rocking before putting him to bed - "Why do your arms have these hangy things?" (while he squishes my hanging skin - yuck) I told him my arms were just that way, and changed the subject. They are seriously so gross. My stomach, hips, legs... everything just covered in hanging skin. I will never look like those fantastically fit chicks I look up to, because even if my muscles are SWEET, you will never see them....
Ok, this is full of randomness, so I am going to sign off now...
Speaking of workouts, I have re-started TurboFire. I started on Sunday. Today is my "rest day", even though it was supposed to be yesterday. I have to tweaking the scheduling of the program a little, because of my schedule for the next few weeks. I like it a lot, and even though it's all cardio, the kickboxing moves really work my upper body. My shoulders have been killing me! I am still working it at Tuff Girl on Saturday mornings, and still very excited to start 2 days a week near the beginning of May. I feel like between the 2 studios, I will be ready in September.
This past Saturday we did a Mud -Run specific workout at Tuff Girl. It was amazing. The one thing I was super worried about - rope pulls - I did in FABULOUS fashion! The ropes were tied to the top of the TRX. You lay down on your back underneath the rope and, with your feet planted on the ground, you use your arms to pull yourself to standing, and then lower yourself back down (Which was definitely harder!). Boy, did I hurt after this workout, but I was SO proud.
This coming Saturday is the Iron (Wo)Man workout. This is the one I cried at last time. I am a little scared. Ok, a lot scared. But, I will be there.
Alright, enough procrastinating. Eating has not been great. It hasn't been TERRIBLE... but not great. But, I keep trudging along. I am starving, starving today. Packed good food, but I've already eaten it all and I have class till 8. Damn. Not even sure what is on the docket for dinner. The worst thing you can do is be hungry, on the verge of eating crap, and walk into your house with NO concept of what to have... *sigh*
Here are some random numbers for you:
2 - Dietetic classes left for the semester
3 - Bio labs left for the semester
4 - days in a row I have exercised
5 - Biology classes left in the semester - 2 tests will be given within those 5 classes. W.T.F.
164 - Days till my Rugged Maniac
40 - number of pounds I can goblet squat
3 - number of assistance bands I need to even come CLOSE to a pull up... haven't actually done one yet.
30 - number of pounds I still want to lose before being evaluated for plastic surgery.
Speaking of surgery... Thing 1 asked me the other night while we were rocking before putting him to bed - "Why do your arms have these hangy things?" (while he squishes my hanging skin - yuck) I told him my arms were just that way, and changed the subject. They are seriously so gross. My stomach, hips, legs... everything just covered in hanging skin. I will never look like those fantastically fit chicks I look up to, because even if my muscles are SWEET, you will never see them....
Ok, this is full of randomness, so I am going to sign off now...
Friday, April 13, 2012
169, and Happy Birthday
My son, Thing 1, is 5 years old today.
I can't believe how fast the time has gone.
In a way, I have him to thank for my surgery and losing 165(ish) lbs.
After I had him, I had post partem depression. I was out of work, I was home with a baby I felt I didn't know how to care for, I was depressed, and I ate. A lot.
But then, when I started realizing that I was already having trouble carrying him up the stairs, and he was only around 8 months old. It scared me. I was 365 lbs, and I was not going to survive to see this baby grow up.
So, my decision to have surgery was heavily influenced by this little baby.
And now, he's 5 years old. A little man. He has such a big personality - truly his own person!
I love him more than life itself.
Happy, Happy Birthday to my little honey.
I got up this morning SO excited to sing him Happy Birthday, and I couldn't wait for him to get up, becasue I just KNEW he would be a bundle of joy.
I was SO wrong.
He got up on the wrong side of the bed. "I don't wanna go to school, I don't wanna get up, I don't wanna wait till afternoon snack to have my birthday cupcakes, no,no,no,no..." it went on and on. It didn't take long till I was in tears. This is a typical 5 year old way to behave, and it's not anything new for Josh, of course, but I was devistated. Why?
I thought about it a lot on my long, traffic filled drive to work. It's because I was projecting. Let me explain.
Normal readers might remember that last Saturday was my birthday. Last Saturday was also our crazy-trip-extravaganza-Thing-1-Birthday-Present day. The next day was Easter. My birthday got really, really lost in all that shuffle. I know that sounds incredibly selfish, but I was sad. I pushed it off, because we were celebrating Thing One's birthday (the trip was his present). But as the day, and weekend went on, I began to notice just how lost it was.
My best friend of 34 years forgot. He texted the next day to wish the family a Happy Easter.
My cousins, whom I consider sisters, forgot. Even when I saw them the next day for Easter - no one mentioned it.
I got lots of Facebook love, which was really nice... but not the same.
During the day last Saturday, I checked my facebook page, and mentioned to my hubby "Wow, I have a lot of posts on my facebook wall"
And he said "Why?"
Now, don't get me wrong - he and the kids brought a little gift for me, that I opened at 6:00am on Saturday morning (after getting poked in the eye - "Mama, it's UP time!") But by 6:05am, it was gone. Over. Done.
It all sounds SO selfish when I write it out, but it's how I feel. I think birthdays are so special, and need to be really, truly celebrated. I try to go out of my way for others birthdays.... and I just felt very unimportant.
So, I was projecting all of this anticipation and excitment (enough for both Thing 1 and I) on Thing 1 this morning, who just happened to wake up cranky. I was not being fair to him either.
As a note, he was totally fine by the time we got to school, his normal happy self. And now the teachers will have to deal with the waiting-for-cupcakes-till-afternoon-is-torture spiel.
That's all I have for now. Processing it all... working on pulling up my big girl panties and getting over it.
I can't believe how fast the time has gone.
In a way, I have him to thank for my surgery and losing 165(ish) lbs.
After I had him, I had post partem depression. I was out of work, I was home with a baby I felt I didn't know how to care for, I was depressed, and I ate. A lot.
But then, when I started realizing that I was already having trouble carrying him up the stairs, and he was only around 8 months old. It scared me. I was 365 lbs, and I was not going to survive to see this baby grow up.
So, my decision to have surgery was heavily influenced by this little baby.
And now, he's 5 years old. A little man. He has such a big personality - truly his own person!
I love him more than life itself.
Happy, Happy Birthday to my little honey.
I got up this morning SO excited to sing him Happy Birthday, and I couldn't wait for him to get up, becasue I just KNEW he would be a bundle of joy.
I was SO wrong.
He got up on the wrong side of the bed. "I don't wanna go to school, I don't wanna get up, I don't wanna wait till afternoon snack to have my birthday cupcakes, no,no,no,no..." it went on and on. It didn't take long till I was in tears. This is a typical 5 year old way to behave, and it's not anything new for Josh, of course, but I was devistated. Why?
I thought about it a lot on my long, traffic filled drive to work. It's because I was projecting. Let me explain.
Normal readers might remember that last Saturday was my birthday. Last Saturday was also our crazy-trip-extravaganza-Thing-1-Birthday-Present day. The next day was Easter. My birthday got really, really lost in all that shuffle. I know that sounds incredibly selfish, but I was sad. I pushed it off, because we were celebrating Thing One's birthday (the trip was his present). But as the day, and weekend went on, I began to notice just how lost it was.
My best friend of 34 years forgot. He texted the next day to wish the family a Happy Easter.
My cousins, whom I consider sisters, forgot. Even when I saw them the next day for Easter - no one mentioned it.
I got lots of Facebook love, which was really nice... but not the same.
During the day last Saturday, I checked my facebook page, and mentioned to my hubby "Wow, I have a lot of posts on my facebook wall"
And he said "Why?"
Now, don't get me wrong - he and the kids brought a little gift for me, that I opened at 6:00am on Saturday morning (after getting poked in the eye - "Mama, it's UP time!") But by 6:05am, it was gone. Over. Done.
It all sounds SO selfish when I write it out, but it's how I feel. I think birthdays are so special, and need to be really, truly celebrated. I try to go out of my way for others birthdays.... and I just felt very unimportant.
So, I was projecting all of this anticipation and excitment (enough for both Thing 1 and I) on Thing 1 this morning, who just happened to wake up cranky. I was not being fair to him either.
As a note, he was totally fine by the time we got to school, his normal happy self. And now the teachers will have to deal with the waiting-for-cupcakes-till-afternoon-is-torture spiel.
That's all I have for now. Processing it all... working on pulling up my big girl panties and getting over it.
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