This is like my sixth attempt at a post. I literally have 5 others half way done just waiting to be finished and published. In honor of the whole new year goal thingy, I am going to finish this post and publish it. For reals.
So my title is Walmart Sweater. I have this new analogy that I've been throwing around and it goes a little something like this...
It is true that I have met my goal weight and indeed have now (as of yesterday) surpassed that goal. Which is great right?! I know, thanks, I'm pretty stoked too. However! I still don't slip right into my old clothes. I am like a cheap Walmart turtle neck sweater that you wear a couple times, stretch out and never get back to normal. You can wash and dry or dry clean and hang. You can lay it flat or crunch it up but nothing, NOTHING, will return it to it's former glory. It's so sad because if I were a finer product maybe I would be able to snap back. You know, if I were from JCrew or were made of cashmere. But no, my flaccid, acrylic body will never be the same. There you have it. The Walmart Sweater.
Lately we have been busy. We've been celebrating a little holiday called Christmas, pretty sure no one else does that, and we've been gyming it up like mad. (Yes, I did just make gym into a verb.) I have loved/hated it. It is so nice to have things to do but simultaneously harder to relax. There is no balance and never will be and I'm just glad I can except that now in my ripe old age.
The best part of the holidays for me has been Michael. He has been so helpful, so loving and so around! As in, around all the time thanks to this awesome rotation. I am lucky.
The best gift of the holidays was the Hawaii trip. Michael wrapped a bottle of tanning oil, put it under the tree and wrote, "To: Mommy. From: Hawaii." Perfect. I seriously can't wait to get there, get mostly bare and soak it all in. (Yes I will be wearing a bikini and no I still don't feel morally wrong for doing so. :))
We took a trip up to Mt. Lemmon last weekend to see the snow and introduce baby girl to the frigid stuff. Turns out she's not a fan and neither is Jack. Although, if you remember last year's Mt. Lemmon photos, not much has changed with him. It was fun and uneventful and I only had to stop to pee once this year! Hallelujah! I hate those windy, poo filled tunnel toilets!
I figured something out the other day that I just have to share. Don't laugh because I am serious. Do any of you have a Swiffer wet jet? Do you get frustrated sometimes because although it is convenient, it isn't the most efficient tool in your cleaning closet? Well, that's how I feel. I hate that I still have to get on my hands and knees and scrub my floors with a rag every couple of weeks. Not any more! Or at the very least...Not as often! Yippee! Why? Oh because I happened to accidentally discover that if you dampen a regular old cleaning rag and stick it to the Velcro bottom of the swiffer, it cleans like 99 percent better than those cheap pad thingies they sell. Try it. You will never buy those disposable pads again. Promise.
There you have it. A complete and total mish mash of blog post. Did you like it? If you are a "don't let my potatoes touch my peas" kind of girl than I'm pretty sure you hated it. But! If you are a "curl my hair while applying makeup and nursing my baby" kind of girl than maybe you appreciated it. Either way, she is what she is. Peace out.