Wednesday...Pretty Good So Far

I've got to go shower and hang some diapers on the line.  Please, imagine me in an 1800's prairie dress.  But not in the shower.

Since this blog is my little journal (a therapeutic technique), I'll go ahead and dump out the last day and half-ish.

Yesterday was pretty good.  Until I had to go grocery shopping.  I hate grocery shopping.  I hate my store options here.  I hate my fellow patrons.  And now I hate the people who ring me up and bag my groceries.  Or at least Robby.  He seriously had to be trying to go as slow as he did.  I thought my head was going to blow right off my shoulders due to rage  Or that I was going to jump up on the counter and bash his giant, fat head into his stupid keyboard.  I mean, dude, it was your grocery store's rush hour.  Bust that shit out, man.

But I made it through.  By the way, that whole trip started with a toothless man riding up to me on his bike RIGHT as I stepped out of my car and asking me for "change."  Obviously he'd watched me park, etc, which made me uneasy.  I almost asked him if he was gonna just rob me.  But alas, I gave him some change and even emptied some of the pesos out of the bottom of my purse.  He thanked me and was more pleasant than anything I experienced in the store.

Feels good to get all that out.

So far I've pretty much just run today.  It was a crappy 3 mile run with about a minute or two of walking in there.  Wah.  I skimped on making a lot for dinner last night (in my post grocery store state), so I just had steak and salad, no carbs.  Mistake.  Went to bed a little hungry and did not even enough this morning before I left.  Lesson learned.  Pushing a stroller uphill with a head wind did not help either.

What else.  I had more on my mind.  Oh.  Christmas gifts.  Gahhh.  How are people already done?  I do not understand.  And how do y'all do gifts for folks far away?  Every year I say I'm just going to do gift cards or a gift basket straight from a website to their door, and every year I end up wrapping gifts and boxing them to then spend a small fortune at Fedex.  I dare say Maddie will not stand for that this year.  I'm picturing myself in line with big boxes in tow and an insane melting down child.  Yeah, not exactly in line with the Christmas spirit.

Speaking of the Christmas spirit, I have a big baby gate/pen ordered to protect the tree, as well as a whole house humidifier (that maybe Amazon could hurry up and ship??).  I no longer envision Maddie pulling down a brittle, fiery tree on herself.  I'm also excited in general for it to not be so friggin' dry in here.  IT'S AGING ME FASTER!!!!!  I even bought a humidity/temp gauge to use along with it.  Excitement.

Shower time.