Hope you all got a day off on this Veteran’s Day. Falling in the middle of the week is always kind of weird, but it’s still nice to get to sleep in, go get your Starbuck’s coffee, or whatever you do on a day off.
So that’s today’s 3 for Thursday! What are 3 things you “must” do on a day off to make it really feel like a day off? Do you treat it like an extra weekend day? Or do you try to do something wildly different?
I’d love to hear!
When our kids were small, we used to go through what lots of parents do: Being drudged out of sleep by that tiny, middle-of-the-night voice … the one that whispers “Mommy? …. Mommy? … Mommy?”
You open one eye. Peer upward. And there’s a 3-foot-tall human standing at the side of your bed, breathing heavily into your bangs. …
As you rub the sleep out of your eyes, you remember what all the parenting books say. They all tell you you’ll create a monster if you keep inviting your children into your bed. But … well … you’re just so tired. … and … gosh, maybe just this one more time … and man, is it 3 a.m.?
And you sleepily throw the covers wide and welcome your little human in.
We did this for our first child for three years. I kept reading in the parenting books that I should not do it, and I’d scan through all the bulleted reasons why not, and I’d basically agree. In theory. But – honestly – at 3 in the morning, I never cared. I just wanted to get back to sleep. And the path of least resistance seemed the best path to take. Continue reading
Well, I’m pleased to say the “giving up Diet Coke” thing wasn’t nearly as difficult as I thought it would be! I gave it up completely that day I blogged about it, and haven’t had a single sip since. There were terrible headaches for the first few days (although not quite as bad, since I “weaned” off it over the previous week — 5 D.C.s, down to 4, down to 3, down to 2, etc.), and lots of irritablity (like M. said, I started to worry my generally sunny mood was all in that can!!!), but the headaches only lasted about four days and weren’t nearly as intense as I thought they’d be. The irritabilty lasted about five days, but grew less intense each day, so eventually I stopped worrying that a positive attitude came from Diet Coke. 🙂
Overall … it’s been fine! I’d venture to say … gulp … easy? Now I wish I’d done this a long time ago. I don’t even crave it. I mostly just drink water now, although I had one iced tea one hot day at lunch. I can’t believe I don’t even miss it.
Okay, so one health measure down (or two, really, if you want to count “drink more water”)! Now I’m on to the next one. … trying to incorporate more exercise! Ack.
Superman’s friend is undergoing triple-bypass surgery today. He’s only 40-something. And some of our younger family members are hearing some bad news about heart health, diabetes, etc., so it’s making us think about our own health. I know sugar is a problem for me — not only the obvious sweet stuff I love, but all the hidden sugars in bread, etc. Never too late to try to get back on track, right?
What about you? What are some of the major changes you’ve made to your diet or exercise habits due to health?
This is Part 6 of the story of How I Met Superman. To get caught up, you can find the preceding chapters here.
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“Breaking up is hard to do,” says the song. But I didn’t know it would be so hard.
And it certainly never occurred to me that my boyfriend wouldn’t let me.
“Why?” Patrick said, pulling me out of earshot of my brothers, who were playing soccer in front of our house. We stood in front of my parents’ garage, Patrick frowning, seriously confused.
I mentioned the litany of name-calling and criticisms, but he shook his head. “I’m just kidding with you.”
I tried to stay strong. “I just don’t think we’re right for each other.”
He blew out a breath, pulled me toward his chest, told me I was being irrational. He convinced me to give him another try. It didn’t truly occur to me that calling me irrational was precisely the problem, but I told you I was weak.
“Maybe,” I said, in my traditionally wimpy way. “But only two more weeks.”
He nodded. “Done.” Continue reading
Thanks, all, for the nice comments on yesterday’s post.
Today? Well, today is Thursday, which also means it’s time for 3 for Thursday!
This week: Name 3 fashion disasters you wish you’d never donned.
(Items from the ’70s are welcome [and expected] but any decade is fine. …)
