Skip to main content

Dash of this, dash of that.

I know I've been sparse the last few days, what with jet setting all over the southeast and figuring out how much money it's going to cost us to do the renovations on the house.  Let me just tell you, dwelling on the last part has left me mortified.  Yes, it's truly exciting to get a new kitchen, floors, lighting, etc., but geez that stuff gets pricey. 

We happened upon another money gem when we went by the house last night to take a few measurements and discovered the downstairs A/C was blowing hot air.  Nice.  Since the house was a foreclosure, we have no idea exactly how old either A/C units are (there is a small unit for the two upstairs bedrooms).  There is a sticker on the big unit that says "2001-005", so I'm hoping that's an indication of age.  Twelve years is an older unit, but at least it's not twenty.  And, as you would suspect with a foreclosure, it's been sitting empty for some time.  We're praying it's a small issue, and not a fork-out-every-last-dollar-you-have-say-goodbye-to-your-new-kitchen-and-hello-to-your-new-A/C kind of repair.

Onto other things.  Does anyone else have a twice daily battle with their child over brushing teeth?  Mr. Independent likes to do it himself.  So, I fix the tooth brush, look him in the eye, and say "brush your teeth". He takes the toothbrush, cuts his eyes at me, and sits.  I remind him that if he doesn't do it, I'll hold him down and do it for him.  I reach for the brush, he jerks his arm out of reach, and he says "I do it".  Lather, rinse, repeat.  Finally, I take away the toothbrush, pick up the screaming and kicking child, pin him on the bed, and brush his teeth through the crying and screaming.  You'd be surprised to know it's actually easier to brush them when he's screaming because at least his mouth is opened wide.  Now, there are some times that are smoother than others.  Matt and I have decided we're not doing the back and forth game anymore.  You have one opportunity to do what I asked you to, that's all. 

I've always thought I'd be the kind of parent who didn't let their child control the situation/household.  You'd be surprised what you'll do just to keep them from screaming.  This is especially true with the master bedroom/bathroom shares a wall with the next door neighbor.  Cohen has yet to realize that in a few short months, we'll be in the new house where no one can hear him screaming at the injustice of having parents who insist on silly things like good dental hygiene.

I hope you all have a happy 4th of July with your families!  Remember why we left England in the first place - freedom from tyranny.  It may be past time for a new revolution.

Katye

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Changes, they are a comin'

Shew wee.  That's all I can say about the last couple of weeks!  I know you all have missed me.  I too, have missed all three of you. Truthfully, I was going through a ferocious deadline at work which caused me to slack on my blogging and fit lifestyle. I'll be honest, I wasn't crazy about how my pants fit when I put them on this morning.  I went to work out yesterday, but decided to delay my weigh-in until today.  Monday's are bad enough all on their own without that scale mocking me. I want to update you all on what's been going on, but first, a little housekeeping.  You'll notice the name of the blog has been shortened to "the Journey".  I still intend to write about my journey to lose weight and live a healthy lifestyle, but I also wanted to use this blog as a tool to exercise my creative and writing muscles, and so I don't want to be limited to one subject.  I want to write about all my journeys, whether it be life with a toddler, re-model

It should be fascinating...

That may have been a slight oversell.  Truthfully, I just afraid all five of you may find something better to do with your time if I don't churn out Pulitzer material over here in blogging land. Here's the problem.  Finding time to work out and run.  See, I spent the first few weeks of this journey dedicated to visiting Curves at least three times a week.  You know what happened?  I saw results?  Do you know what happened next? I started convincing myself that I could "skip" days.  Boo Katye.  Bad Katye.  The lbs. are not coming off at a pace that I would be pleased with.  Truthfully, they're barely coming off at all.  It may seriously take until Cohen goes to college for me to become healthy and fit. So help me, it will happen. I feel like the key missing ingredient is the walking/running.  Finding time to do that activity.  On a consistent basis.  The dieticians at Curves recommend 10,000 steps a day.  Seriously?  I sit behind a desk for a living.  I park at

the Panic ensues

I thought that my morning might have to be spent calling the people at Visa and telling them that I had lost my credit card.  This would have been devastating for me.  No credit card equals having to ask the man that controls the checkbook at our house for money.  This would contradict my normal policy of just buying something and having the 5-7 business days before it arrives to convince him of why I really needed those shoes.  They were ON SALE.  ON ZULILY.  THEY GO WITH EVERYTHING.  Too bad those particular shoes don't fit my feet very well and have barely been worn.  To those who would say it is despicable that I would sneak shop with my credit card, I say let me use my credit card to order you a case of Windex for that nice glass house you're living in.  Which, I could do, because Husband found my credit card in between the seats of the car.  But first, I'd have to find where he has since hidden said card. Let's start with the good news.  Since my last weigh-in (