(Saturday 1 April...The child gets in the first joke - Deprive her family of sleep)
Today was spent in the company of our very best friend Colin. He's a super great man, and the Hub's best friend; they talk a lot of techno-geek together and I nod and allow them to buy me lunch, coffee, whatever. We went to the mall, browsed a lot. I bought some hair bleach so I can prelighten some wee streaks for a brighter colour contrast and some blistex. I really wanted some carmex - but can't find it here in the UK. I know it's an addictive substance - but I'm Jonesing for some. (Where does the phrase "Jonesing" come from?? Was there some famous Jones who was known for his uncontrollable behaviour satisfying his/her addictions??)
I am completely exhausted, and silly with it. Shortie decided to have a tantrum, non stop, until about 3 am this morning. We then got up at 7 for swimming. I refused the swim, taking IV coffee instead. I've been a wee bit naughty with my foods today, but not out of control. I'm up to the gym tomorrow, so I think I'll have balance. When I told Colin I was going to lose 8 stone in total, he said "There'll be nothing left to ya!" - We love Colin, don't we. He's single...any takers? He's a stand-up comic, and very well paid. eh? Huh? anyone? We'll talk later maybe.
I am very thirsty...always happens when I go out shopping, I forget to drink water and end up very dehydrated, and peeing all night from the 2 liters of water I drink before bed. If Shortie pulls her shit again tonight - I'll be ready.
Oh...and we're getting rid of the pacifiers tonight. that'll give her a reason to have a fit, at least. Wish me luck and lucid dreams.
A nice weekend to you all.
(Sunday Morning, April 2nd)
She did alright. She woke and had one huge fit for about an hour, and then stopped dead in mid-cry and went to sleep. No lie, it was "WAH WAH WAHHHHH. *sleep*
She woke again for about five minutes, but went right back to sleep then too. So not too bad. She didn't seem to miss the dum-dum much at all. We'd made a big show of gathering the four we have, and made her put them in the bin - to a rousing family applause each time and a standing ovation after the last one. She clapped for herself too. So she knew they were gone, but she didn't ask for them once. She drooled a lot less, which is a bonus.
I now have the vague tinglings of a cold. I hate that. And I wanted to go to the gym...I still may. It's not the flu, just a cold. Some sudafed will sort it out. I need sleep...but I want to go to the gym.
Do you hear me...I WANT to go to the gym. Look how far I've come.