Really? I've written 500 posts? I hardly feel like that's possible, but yet, here we are. As a celebratory gesture, I've decided to make my blog public. Up until now, I haven't allowed the search engines to crawl my site, but since I've tailored the content of this blog away from personal details about me and my family and more toward my ideas for frugal living, parenting and all things homemaking, well, I'm going to give the public thing a try.
Yesterday I had 193 individual visitors...by far my highest day yet! Lately, I'm around 100, but I linked the
french toast casserole recipe to The Happy Housewife and she gets some good traffic on her blog, so I'm sure that was the reason behind the spike in my numbers. If it gets too crazy too quickly now that I'm "searchable," I may un-do that feature. I'm not sure why, but it still freaks me out a little bit.
On a more personal note (didn't I say I'm trying not to be as personal anymore?), I am having another a rough day. Again, I have NO idea why, but I'm overtired, cranky and every little thing is getting on my nerves.
It could have started yesterday when Kaylin was really whiny all day. And clumsy, causing more whining and crying. And PICKY about every little thing. It wasn't until she was headed to bed that Mike suggested that maybe she's getting molars? It would explain a LOT.
The kids have continued their fighting. I know
my post earlier this week was funny, but seriously...I feel like I'm losing my mind. I'm going back to "nasty Nazi witchy Mom." I think maybe I'v

e loosened up so much that the kids don't know what to expect from me anymore. There's nothing worse for kids than an inconsistent parent. So from now on, I'm sticking to my guns and going back to some of the hard-fast rules that have applied in the past. I'm cracking down on just a few things for now and will see if my tension level reduces as a result...
- When the kids fight over a toy, it's being taken away, period. I don't care who had it first.
- If Kaylin screams (this always sends me over the edge)...everyone gets in trouble. I'm no longer concerned with whose fault it is. Ryan knows her hot buttons and can avoid them if he chooses to. It will give him good practice for being a husband someday!
- When I say, "No" to something, that's the end of the discussion. No more attempts to negotiate a different answer out of me! Ironically, I don't change my mind after I've given my answer, but they continue to ask again and again. NO MORE!
Over the last few days/weeks, I couldn't figure out why I was doubting my parenting and questioning every little decision I made. Why was I being so insecure? Then it hit me: I have been feeling really, REALLY bad about my body. No seriously, people. This 10 (okay, 15) pounds that I've been joking around about as being my "unemployed look" is getting old. Mike has a job. The holidays are over. How am I continuing to make excuses for eating this way? Even as I sit here, there are rolls in places I'm not used to having rolls. I feel like I'm in somebody else's body and I'm SICK of it.
I'm reminded of this new, fluffier version of myself every morning when I get dressed. Because, you see, I refuse to buy bigger, comfier clothes. I refuse to get comfortable at this size. This is temporary, now I just need to decide to DO something about it. And I have, but it's a slow process.
I've lost 3 pounds in the last 2 weeks, which doesn't feel like anything. Especially since I am conscious of this desperate desire to lose weight every time I make a food choice in the kitchen. And believe me...I have the appetite to prove it. I've completely stretched my stomach to be used to bigger portions and much more food than my body needs. I'm hungry all the time, it's awful. I'm chewing a lot of gum and snacking on a lot of apples to cleanse my pallet after meals and tide me over in the afternoons. I hate losing weight...HATE it.
Anyway, I told you all of that to vent, but also to keep myself accountable. I'm ready to shed these pounds. They are unwanted and unwelcome and arrived WAY too quickly!
On to another irritation: our computer has been having tantrums for weeks and finally...FINALLY...we have a solution! We were going to get new memory until I was informed that our computer will only hold 768 MB and nowadays, you need 1GB at the LEAST, preferably 2GB of memory to run the programs we use. That meant upgrading our 2001 computer, which I didn't think Mike would go for. But our I.T. genius friend, Erik, found a great deal on eBay. This guy is selling a bunch of refurbished Dell computers for $290, no shipping or tax, and it's perfect for the limited purposes in which we use our computer. (PS - if you're interested, the link to the auction is
here. The Buy It Now price was $290 and we offered $200 - which I thought was low-balling the poor guy - but he totally accepted the offer!!!) I'm so excited to get our new computer and put this OLD thing in the craft room for Ryan to play his little
online Disney games on.
I have to jot down that Kaylin finally got her first piece of gum this week. She asks (relentlessly) every single day when Ryan asks for gum. Last week, I almost let her try a piece, but we were in the car and if she choked and I couldn't pull over, she'd probably die and I am not in the mood for that. But on Tuesday, Ryan asked for gum at home and when Kaylin asked, I agreed. She chewed it without swallowing and has had a piece each day since. She feels so grown up and gets so excited that she does a lap of skipping around the house after I give her the gum. It's quite cute.
Tonight is a Daddy/Daughter Dinner Dance at our church. While Mike and Kaylin are on their date, Ryan and I are going to have some fun of our own. If I can find the 50% off pottery painting coupon that I know I have around here somewhere, we'll go do that. Otherwise, I heard that Madagascar 2 is at the $1 theatres. I'm looking forward to some bonding with my boy. It was so sweet...I asked what he wanted to do for our special date and he said, "I want to go to a Mommy/Handsome Little Boy dance." Aw, buddy...they don't have those! I'm sure I will cherish those words someday soon when he refuses to hug me as I drop him off at school.