Maybe I’m doing something wrong. I am not losing anymore. I am still the same as I was the last three days. I’m a little discouraged. I made a really good soup last night, sort of a chicken, ham and crab bisque. I wish I had made more of it because we devoured it and there was only a little left for Kris’ lunch today. I hate sending him to work not knowing if I’ve sent enough lunch or if it will be good. I feel like he’s trapped.
I feel good, and yesterday I had lots of energy. I woke up a little tired this morning but I went to bed too late, so that’s my fault. Today I am concentrating on laundry. I have not done it in three days so I’m a little behind. That sounds like I’m a little butt, but that’s not what I mean. I mean I have a little catching up to do. Wouldn’t it be nice if I could say I have a little behind. Maybe someday…though I doubt it. I haven’t had a little behind since…oh…8th grade I think. Anyway…enough about that.
Owen’s being a little behind right now. He’s got toys, he’s got all the necessities of life and yet…he wants to be right here under my elbows taking things off my desk and destroying things with them. I have fenced him into the bonus room for the time being and he is screaming his head off. He’ll stop in a little while, get distracted by a ball or something and play nicely. It just takes some time.