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I've decided that I should start every single one of my journal entries with a disclaimer that I love my children more than anything else on earth and then follow that with the but.. I do love them. I don't know what I would do without them. I can even take part of the responsibility and say I've raised them to be the independent little humans they are. That being said.. they are stressful little independent tiny humans.
I blame the stress.. not the kids for my current weight. Take yesterday for instance. Little man had to go to the dentist for some major work. He ended up having to be put under, have a tooth removed, and did not do well at all through the whole thing. In the dentists own words, "When he decided he had enough, he was done." Yes.. that describes my stubborn children perfectly. Once they make up their minds they might as well be made out of concrete. Even if they are almost completely unconscious, drugged, numbed, and supposedly in a state where they should be cooperative. Yup.. that's my kid. We have to go back for a second visit now to finish all the work and get a spacer added. Yes.. he's 4. Yes it's a baby tooth. It's a 12 yr old molar. Teeth move around. Can you tell I've had 101 people ask me why I'm doing expensive things to my childs mouth? Don't even get me started on the whole.. It began when he fell off a tractor..
Yesterday after we finally got away from the dentist we (yes we) treated our aches, swelling, nerves, pain, and general exhaustion and stress with ice cream and more ice cream and in my case tiny cute little danishes that looked amazing right there next to the door of the store. Oh and lasagna.. it was a softish food. He didn't want his so I ate it for him. I gained 5 lbs yesterday. Yes. 5 lbs in 1 day. How? Why? WTF?? Stress. All stress. I stress.. I eat. I eat again and then I eat some more.
This is just the stress from 1 of the tiny humans. The other tiny human has become a tiny 22 inch tall ball of destruction. He picks locks, he takes thing apart because he can, he looks like the most innocent thing on the planet complete with puppy eyes so no one believes me but that kid has the skills to rob a bank.
The preteen.. became a teen. That right there should sum most of that up.
I need stress management. I tried meditating, deep breathing, counting, picturing myself some place peaceful, etc. It's not working. I tried a glass of wine, ice cream, chocolate, etc. It's not working. I think next I will try knitting myself a fuzzy straight jacket complete with a handy dandy ear plug pocket for easy access. Only problem is I have no time to knit!!
Anyways.. Today is the day.. blah blah blah.. reduce sugar, and crap food, and caffeine.. blah blah blah. Going to find my inner peace.. blah blah blah. Truth is if I could just get with the program my anxiety would be lower, I would weigh less and be able to keep up with the tiny humans better, and I would be better able to find the humor in things. Like my 4 yr old becoming just like an angry drunk after the dentist. Seriously.. He's 4. And he's fine. He told me so. Right after he told me he hated the truck at the stop light next to us because it had too many rocks. I didn't see any rocks but I was inclined to believe him.
Also.. those people who posted funny videos of their kids after the dentist.. totally misleading when yours turns into the angry kid tired of being pushed around. He wants his paper and his pencil and he wants it now.
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