So I'd like to say that I am just now getting on the computer at nine thirty because I was busy around the house and just sat down but the truth is, I lounged in bed reading. Not sleeping but wide awake and reading.
So the girls and I cleaned my room yesterday. I did the big stuff at standing level and they did the floor seeing as how I couldn't bend. And then I fixed the vacuum and Livy surprised me by vacuuming the floor in here. Aside from under my bed, or rather No man's land as I call it, my room looks very nice. It'll probably stay like this until I go to look for something and then muck it all up again. I try to have a neat room but here's the thing: When I was a kid, I kept it mildly tidy because my mom would get on my ass ergo I had someone who was looking at it. When I was in college, I kept it clean for the first few days because I had a roommate but then, Corey moved out and I had the room to myself for a semester. To say it was bad was only scraping the surface. It wasn't dirty never that. I don't hoard food in my room and occasionally come out with bones, bottles, and plates no but it was messy. Then I got a roommate again and boom I kept it tidy. When I got married, the bedroom had it's disaster moments, usually when I was looking for something, but if he was in port I cleaned it up pretty quickly. When he was out to see... not so quickly. Then I got divorced and let's just say I strived to clean the bedroom once every three months or whenever I couldn't see the floor anymore... Whichever came first...
So back to today... or rather yesterday. The room got cleaned. I'm not sure if I hit the three month mark or I just got tired of stubbing my toes and stepping over things but it needed to get cleaned. I changed my fitted sheet on my bed and put the other one in the wash. (I really need a second queen sized fitted sheet because having the one and then use king sized sheets until it's washed is not very good. The king sized sheets are understandably too big and on the nights when I have a crazy dream or restless sleep, I always get tangled up in the extra cloth... Personally I think just getting a king sized bed will fix this problem but que sera...) So I now have a purple sheet on that doesn't match a damn thing but then my sheets haven't matched in a long time. Then the girls and I put my gold comforter that Donna gave me last year inside the velveteen duvet I bought two years ago. That was fun. Livy actually crawled up inside it to put the blanket in. Then we smoothed it over my bed.
So yesterday was Livy's birthday! She got spaghetti for the night. That is her favorite meal of mine. Her father said that she asked him for tacos. I guess she has a different meal per household. I for one never liked his tacos but them I never really liked a lot of his cooking and that's not a reflection on him or his cooking. I'm a spoiled brat who was never made to eat or try anything she didn't want to and if what he cooked didn't look or smell appetizing to me, I didn't eat it. He never complained and I never made a big deal out of it. I always kept something in the house for me that only I ate so it was all good.
After dinner, they got showered and whatnot and I got to go out to the movies! Went to see Thor 2. I'm not going to post spoilers but let me just say that the villain's minions in this movie looked like Teletubbies all grown up. I half expected the baby in the sun to show up most of the time they were on screen. But Thor 2 is very good. Very freaking good.
Got home a little after midnight and immediately curled up in my bed. OMG my sheets felt so good that I almost crawled in naked and just lay there but then I remembered my kids are in house and they come in every school day morning to wake me at 7:10 (I'm usually already awake because they are NOT the quietest children in the world but I make a good show of being sleep when they come in. Every now and then they actually do catch me asleep though.) and it WOULD NOT be awesome if I was sprawled out in bed without a stitch of clothing on. I only get to do that when they are at their father's house. Needless to say, I plan to have more than a Couple clothesless days this winter break when they are over there. I may even have a day where I pretend everything inside my house is a nudist colony... No, not really. I'm way too self conscious for that but still it sounds fun.
I'm not eating again. I don't know why. I went all yesterday with not a bit of actual food crossing my lips. and i didn't feel any worse for it. I tried to eat a pop tart this morning but it just wasn't what I wanted and I got maybe half of the first one down so yeah... waste of pop tarts. Even at the movies yesterday all I had was a root beer and not even half of that. (That's why I never let anyone pay for my drinks at the movies. They cost so damn much and I never finish them so I hate feeling like I'm wasting people's money.) I'd like to lay blame on the slight tummy issues but I don't think I can. Dr. said I have diverticulitis and some other stuff. I have to look that up. I will have to ask is this why I don't feel like eating. It's to the point now where when I do feel like eating, a little bit fills me and then it hurt like nobody's business for hours after and I don't eat anymore for awhile because there is no way in hell I want to invite that pain back into my life. At some point I'm going to have to work something out. Although I have extra energy and my weight is dropping off me like I'm getting slow lipo I can't help but feel like all is not right in the world of Dette. I'll figure it out. One day.
So I'm off. I'm going to go check my weight on Wii Fit before getting sucked into a game of four. I should get dressed as well... Mom will be here in a hour. Ta Bloggers! Stay frosty!
