I've been stalking a new blog I found called Julie and the Silvermans. I love her writing style and her wit. She can be sarcastic which I love. She had a little contest up to win a book called Room.
I like books so I gave it a try and I won! I can't wait to get the book adn since it's Christmas break - I CAN ACTUALLY READ IT! Gah!
Thursday, December 23, 2010
My Schedule
I've been quite the Homemaker the past few days. School is out and I have no job so I find myself with a lot of time on my hands. My typical day is as follows:
2pm - ish - wake up
2:10 - snuggle up to hubby and try and decide if I want to get up
2:15 - decide I am truly awake and therefore Hubby must be as well
2:20 - Pout and get kicked out of bed by Hubby who does not agree that if I'm up he must be as well
2:30 - Find Nurishment in the form of cereal
2:45 - Become entranced by Tyra
3pm - decide Hubby MUST get up and entertain me
3-7 pm - Haunt online forums, blogs and Facebook all at once while bugging Hubby
7:15 - snuggle with Hubby and whine about being Hungry
7:30 - make supper
8 - search for a movie to watch
8:30 - decide that with 300 + movies there is nothing to watch
9:30 - wake Hubby who decided to take a nap just as supper was getting done
9:45 - decide that now is the time to snuggle with Hubby and thusly make him late for work
10:05 - decide to clean the apartment and put away all of Hubby's things so he won't be able to find the the next day
11:00 - get bord halfway through cleaning, huant the internet the next hour
12:00 - talk to Hubby on his break and pull up videos on the internet
2am - begin to get sleepy and drag computer to bed and watch videos while waiting for Hubby to get home
3am - wake up as Hubby comes home for lunch, latch self on to him so he can't eat lunch
4am - pout as Hubby goes back to work
5am - snore
Now that's not everyday but it's a general rundown.
2pm - ish - wake up
2:10 - snuggle up to hubby and try and decide if I want to get up
2:15 - decide I am truly awake and therefore Hubby must be as well
2:20 - Pout and get kicked out of bed by Hubby who does not agree that if I'm up he must be as well
2:30 - Find Nurishment in the form of cereal
2:45 - Become entranced by Tyra
3pm - decide Hubby MUST get up and entertain me
3-7 pm - Haunt online forums, blogs and Facebook all at once while bugging Hubby
7:15 - snuggle with Hubby and whine about being Hungry
7:30 - make supper
8 - search for a movie to watch
8:30 - decide that with 300 + movies there is nothing to watch
9:30 - wake Hubby who decided to take a nap just as supper was getting done
9:45 - decide that now is the time to snuggle with Hubby and thusly make him late for work
10:05 - decide to clean the apartment and put away all of Hubby's things so he won't be able to find the the next day
11:00 - get bord halfway through cleaning, huant the internet the next hour
12:00 - talk to Hubby on his break and pull up videos on the internet
2am - begin to get sleepy and drag computer to bed and watch videos while waiting for Hubby to get home
3am - wake up as Hubby comes home for lunch, latch self on to him so he can't eat lunch
4am - pout as Hubby goes back to work
5am - snore
Now that's not everyday but it's a general rundown.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Panic Attacks
Panic attacks.
Scary stuff. Feelings like you’re dying or can’t breathe or losing control. Feelings like you want to start crying or screaming.
Panic attacks are not fun; for the suffer or the people around them.
I have recently had to deal with these terrible things and my dear husband has had to deal with me dealing with them. They’ve had us both on edge; leading me to start biting my nails and him to question every hug I give him because I tend to hug on him when I feel one coming on.
It’s been stressful. Good things have come out of it, in a way. We’ve found a doctors office that has a program that makes so that we don’t have to pay a fortune every time we go in and has a prescription program. We also found a mental health facility that I can go to talk to someone. We have made progress and some days are better than others.
Yesterday was not a good day. Today was better. Saturday was really good.
One day at a time.
Scary stuff. Feelings like you’re dying or can’t breathe or losing control. Feelings like you want to start crying or screaming.
Panic attacks are not fun; for the suffer or the people around them.
I have recently had to deal with these terrible things and my dear husband has had to deal with me dealing with them. They’ve had us both on edge; leading me to start biting my nails and him to question every hug I give him because I tend to hug on him when I feel one coming on.
It’s been stressful. Good things have come out of it, in a way. We’ve found a doctors office that has a program that makes so that we don’t have to pay a fortune every time we go in and has a prescription program. We also found a mental health facility that I can go to talk to someone. We have made progress and some days are better than others.
Yesterday was not a good day. Today was better. Saturday was really good.
One day at a time.
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