Do you know the signs of a good man? One that works all night long or ok at least half the night and then is the first one to get up with the kiddos in the morning letting his unnecessarily tired wife sleep in!
And then he goes back to work once she's up.
That's a good man.
Thank you very much.
That was what my weekend was like.
I can't help it. I am so tired all of the time. I manage somehow to get through the day but only if I can sleep until at least 8(Thank you Mickey Mouse Club!) and fall back asleep by 8:30 that night.
Last night we were watching a movie. A thriller. A suspenseful action packed foreign film. Hello, all the things I love! And the last thing the movie was was boring. Plus you have to pay attention in order to read the subtitles. But I couldn't stay awake to save my life. And at the very end of the movie, when the action was most intense there I was in a coma, dreaming up my own alternative ending, one that didn't involve quite so much blood and guts.
The Girl That Played With Fire.
We were big fans of the first one.
Even if there are some...... disturbing scenes. This one wasn't so bad as far as um, we need to fast forward and fast forward fast.
There is definitely something to be said about the Prude Stamp left on America thanks to the Pilgrims and Prohibition. Maybe others would roll their eyes, but I'm a product of my culture and so vivid rape scenes definitely get thrown into the "I want to vomit and am scarred for life now" pile. As bad as morality issues are here, we still have a sense of decorum and rules of engagement as far as what is appropriate.
Of course there are exceptions. Obviously, Girls Gone Wild isn't our most shining of American Examples, but anyways, I'll take my wool blanket and keep it firmly over my eyes.
Thank you Puritans.
Yesterday I thought I was in labor.
I've hit the point of pregnancy where I will think I'm in labor every single day until that appointed time when they will actually have to induce me into labor because I have yet to go on my own.
Bleh.
We will just have to wait and see I guess. Today I have another doctor's appointment. I just can't wait to see what I measure(Sarcasm). I wonder if there is ever a point when you measure so big that they either just go ahead and make the call to the Guinness Book of World Records or admit that maybe they have your due date wrong.
I guess we will have to wait and see. Although I am expecting to either be at 40 or over. And yesterday on my phone, I have this daily pregnancy app. I know, ridiculous. But otherwise I would never remember what week or month or how much longer I have to go. And then it tells you what your baby's doing and gives you advice and all of this other stuff. So anyways, yesterday my little update reminded me that Oh yes, you are supposed to measure roughly around what week you are! Thank you What to Expect While You're Expecting. I'll mention that to my doctor.
The real question is, if I'm so worried about going early.... (Ok, worried is not the right word. Let's be honest here and admit that I would LOVE a baby before the end of December. Hello, tax money!) but since I think it's a possibility (I always think it's a possibility.) then why haven't I done my Christmas Shopping yet?????
Good question, self.
I haven't even done one thing of it. Ok that's not true, we have gotten the girls one thing each. A pair of furry boots that they are going to die over! Our girls have a little bit of a shoe fetish. They will go bananas.
Which is the whole point of finding good gifts right?
So I've gotten one whole gift done. Now what? I don't even know when I'm going to finish the rest.
Not to mention Zach.
Psssht. I have no idea what to get that kid.
Usually I have his gift planned out in the middle of summer and start tucking money away so he doesn't notice the amount missing from our account. He's a little bit of a peeker and so I like to try to keep things secret from him. Although, I think he's found out every single year way before Christmas morning.
One year, I got him a wedding ring. A wedding ring! (Oh, because he lost the one I had originally given him on our honeymoon, the second day we were married, kayaking over the one rapid we had seen in the entire three hour trip down the river. The one I had made for him special in Sri Lanka from a local Jeweler that had become a dear friend of mine...... No worries.) Anyways, so I had gotten him a ring and had pretty much planned for an entire 9 months and plotted and done research and stashed money away and I bought the thing at like the beginning of November and I paid cash. YET still he guessed! And then he laid on the guilt saying this, "If it is a ring, don't you think I should be wearing it now? I mean, it's pretty important don't you think?"
I know. And I caved. I always cave for him.
Since he had been without a ring for almost three years, I didn't know why it was so important that he had it right then and there, but hey, he's spoiled.
So this year? I've got nothing. No ideas. No pre-planning. Nothing.
Also, I usually do pretty amazing stockings. They are a big deal to Zach. And those I've also usually plotted and planned and begun collecting for for months. Again..... nothing.
Maybe I will have the baby early this year and then I'll give that to him for Christmas, bow and everything. I bore you a son. Oh and here's an extra grand with our taxes.
You're welcome.
Besides that's not the real meaning of Christmas, right....?
I mean, I know it's not. We all know it's not. But we are all stilling buying presents, aren't we.
Do you know what else is the real meaning of Christmas? York Peppermint Patties, in their Christmas wrapping.
Zach brought some home last night and apparently I forgot I have to weigh in at the doctor this morning..... Yikes.
Can I blame the weight gain on a bag of those? Yes, an entire bag.......
Holy Self Control.
Who is Rachel?!?
Rachel Higginson is the author of The Five Stages of Falling in Love, Every Wrong Reason, The Star-Crossed Series, Love & Decay Novella Series and much more!
She was born and raised in Nebraska, and spent her college years traveling the world. She fell in love with Eastern Europe, Paris, Indian Food and the beautiful beaches of Sri Lanka, but came back home to marry her high school sweetheart. Now she spends her days writing stories and raising five amazing kids.
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