Breakfast: four eggs whites with 1/2 onion and salsa
Mid-afternoon snack: NONE
Lunch: carrot sticks, strawberries, and cantaloupe
Dinner: turkey 2-bean chili
I had a lovely morning getting ready for and attending a baby shower for a great friend of mine. I did feel silly (as I often do after baby showers) because I went overboard with the gifting. I always buy too much. And I didn't know that there was such a thing as buying too many gifts for someone, but I think I manage to do so. Only for baby showers though! I'm blaming the baby fever. Everything on every aisle is just so damn cute (except for the butt paste and nipple butter, but I choose to scan over those sections). I can't resist. In fact, it's getting to the point where I almost want to keep the stuff for myself (in particular the cute pajamas with the pictures on the butt... Who can resist a monkey head on a diapered butt?) but I haven't gone that far yet. It's only a matter of time, though...
The thing is that no matter how many times I reiterate to people that I know is not the time to start growing our family, people still seem to think I need reminding every time I mention wanting to be a mother. What is funny to me, is that it's often wonderful mothers who are telling me how big of a pain having kids is, as though they don't enjoy and love their children tremendously (which I know they absolutely do!). I understand what they're trying to tell me, but at the same time it really gets my blood boiling because I know full-well that babies are a handful and that Braylen and I do not want to take on that responsibility right now. And the thing is... If I wanted to have a baby now (which is just ridiculous to even consider while I'm in the middle of graduate school)... Braylen and I would be wonderful parents. Even with being unprepared and having many other things going on in our lives. Thank you for the warning, but we already have made the decision to wait.
And I sincerely from the bottom of my heart apologize if I have offended anyone by saying that, but honestly it's a little disheartening to me to think people don't believe I know that now is not the time. I can be obsessed with baby clothes and start collecting boxes of diapers in my basement to prepare (which I haven't done but have every intention of doing) without actually having a baby. Pretty sure that's allowed. And pretty sure I'm capable of doing everything within my power to prevent getting pregnant, which I have been.
I'm not getting pregnant anytime soon (God willing), I still absolutely adore and look forward to having babies, and that's just the way it is. I truly can do both at once without needing further recommendation to do so.
We called in a noise complaint on our neighbors again, making this the fourth time (that we have called.. Others have called for the same house numerous other times). Now, really.. We're not old ogres who call at the drop of a hat. I lived in apartments/dorms for four years.. I'm used to having noise around me. But when my pictures are rattling, the windows are shaking, the water in my glass is pulsating, and my husband who works 12-hour night shifts is trying to sleep during the day... You're going to get the cops called on you. Especially when you're sitting with your friends in your newly sound-systemed truck, blaring the music as loudly as it will possibly go.. Just for the hell of it. What really gets me more frustrated than that is that nothing ever happens from the cops coming (well, aside from the time they all got arrested.. That was pretty satisfying). Yes, we've called and yes, the cops always come out and yes, the music is always lowered in volume... But they've never even gotten so much as fine (at least not for any of the times we have called). I understand noise pollution is only a misdemeanor, but surely if you're getting noise complaints on a single place of residence multiple times a month... Surely some repercussions are in order. Am I crazy?
|Just because you are blessed enough to have a wealthy family who owns most of Chickasha does not mean you are entitled to be completely inconsiderate to the rest of the population.|
And now to lighten the mood... Remember me mentioning that my husband has a tendency to forget things? It's largely due to the fact that he puts things in random places and there's never a designated area for him to remember. To illustrate this, I decided to show you, rather than just tell you...
|Really? Keys in the sink?|
Fortunately this misplacement of keys didn't warrant a full-house and car search. Other times, I'm not so lucky.