Week in Review, 5/4--5/11

And the week in review is baaack. First I skipped it because I didn’t have any complaints, and then I got thrown off the Horse of Mental Health (shut up, I know that is a stupid metaphor.) I won’t be bragging about how perfect my life is any time soon, I’ll tell you that much.

Awesome

1. I had a wonderful Mother’s Day weekend. Saturday was more for me, and Sunday we spent with my mom. I had a nap Saturday morning, and while Justin took Miss Pink shopping for my presents, Mr. Blue had a nap and I had two glorious hours to write and read and scrapbook. Bliss.

2. THEN—this deserves its own point—they gave me my presents, which were a) a microplane grater, which I had suggested (actual retail price: $12.99) because for some reason I won’t buy it for myself although clearly it wouldn’t break the bank, and b) a strand of pearls that came from a jeweler and not Target. ZOMGWOW!!! I was TOTALLY not expecting that. Justin remembered me saying offhandedly months ago, “Someday I want some pearls.” It was not even a hint! Then on Sunday night he cleaned up the filthy kitchen. The man is a keeper, I tell ya. Plus he gave me adorable children. So his position as Husband is secure.

3. Miss Pink writes me sweet notes that go like this: “MOMMY I LOVE YOU AL MY HART” and signs her name. Mr. Blue let his daddy hold his hand to write his name and then drew a wobbly oval which he announced was a football. How can people think there are no differences between the sexes?

4. Totally unrelated but true: the double thickness white tee (which WAS from Target) was the way to go. The LAST thing I need is a paper-thin white tee shirt.

5. Remember how I didn’t want to be without a car while mine was at the body shop? My dad went out of town and let me borrow his car while he’s gone. Next time I get agitated when things go awry, remind me that somehow things always work out. Maybe I’ll listen to you better than I do when my husband says that same thing.

6. Much better week--sleeping at night, no distress. Keep that in mind when you read #2 below.

Not so awesome

1. The workout shorts I bought in my size at Wal-Mart are too big. This is not because I have lost weight —I know because none of my other clothes are too big. Geez, vanity sizing at Wal-Mart—what is this world coming to?

2. I filled out a zillion forms before I go to see the psychiatrist. On the bright side, based on the questions, I realize I am going to be a very easy patient for them—no suicide attempts or hospitalization, no drugs or violence or prison or language barrier or really anything except I can’t sleep when I get anxious. On the other hand, I used to volunteer for the county MHMR and it makes me feel weird to be filling out the types of forms I used to file for people who REALLY had problems. I was raised to be the person who helps, not the person who needs help. I guess this is another post. Nothing wrong with getting help, as y’all pointed out in the comments.

3. The kids have times of playing together now, which is great—but a lot of the time, it only lasts five minutes before one or both of them is screaming with fury. I am SO tired of being the U.N. going in on peacekeeping missions.