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I've not blogged in a few days, because... well nothing has really been going on. I worked all weekend. Not too much fun, but the job pays and that is what really counts. We had unexpected guests one evening, but it wasn't an unhappy surprise or anything. I had my daughter in for a doctor visit. She is a beast of a baby. She's only a year old, but she is above the 95th percentile for both her height and her weight. I guess I can't complain too bad. Last time she was off the graph:lol: So, at least her growing is slowing. If you've ever had to buy an all new wardrobe for a baby twice in two months you know why I'm happy she is slowing down.

Things have been pretty quiet. I've been going to the gym each night. I have to keep telling myself not to be discouraged. One week of going to the gym will not make really prominent results, but I still keep scrutinizing my body for signs that it is doing some good. I'm not the most patient person in the world, as I'm sure many of you have figured out by now. It has been the downfall of many exercise routines. At the moment, I've been doing 30 minutes of cardio each day, and then I move to the rowing machine to row 2000 meters. It is a good routine for me, and my son is loving going to the gym each day. Victoria is a little unhappy about it. She likes the room fine if it is just her and Garrick. She doesn't mind if kids are there before them. If kids come in after she has been playing for a while... it is all over. She has a temper tantrum unlike anything you've ever seen. Tonight she sat on the floor and kicked her feet while screaming for about ten minutes or so. Luckily the other moms are used to the deal, so they were not too put out by the scene. I had to just ignore her. I already made the mistake of trying to calm her temper once when we were there. She just got even worse and I had to leave before finishing my routine. The gym seems to be helping a lot. I find my mood much more light, and I dom't feel as stressed.

I'm still plugging away at my school work. I'm finishing up the coursework for this week tonight. This way I can spend the rest of the nights working on the baby blanket for my cousin, and hopefully I'll find some time to write. I've yet to figure out how to make the day longer than 24 hours (I'm still working on it. My latest idea has something to do with a plane and just moving from time zone to time zone;)), so my writing is on the back burner until I can finish this blanket. She's due to have the baby in the middle of October, and I really want to have it finished before the baby is born. I really hope she likes it, because I've figured that each block takes 1 1/2 to 2 hours to make. I'm making 63 of them. Then I still have to stitch it all together and put an edge on it. I'll be thrilled to see this blanket finished, and I'll never undertake something so difficult on a limited time frame again.

That seems to be life at the moment. There is a rumor that my husband may be going back to day shift, and I'm ashamed to say I have mixed feelings about the deal. It will be good for him to have real time with the kids in the evening, and I'll appreciate having him home and helpful for more than an hour or two. BUT (see I know you saw the but coming) I can't supress the bit of regret that I may be losing my me time again. The days are filled with doing things with my children, but night time is just for me. It is the time I find to write, read, do my homework, pursue any of the craft things I'm working on, and just plain enjoy the stillness of my house. If he moves back to day shift, I'll be robbed of that time, and that doesn't sound like too much fun. I'm not trying to say I don't want him home or that I don't want to spend time with him, but I've become accustomed to the way things are right now. I like having time that doesn't need to be shared with anyone. I can forget all my other responsibilities for a few hours and visit here or write. If I sit at my computer writing when my husband is home, then I have to deal with hurt feelings from him. They may be justified, but while he's always known he needs time to himself he doesn't seem to understand that I need the same. Him on nights has given me a time of day that is built in with no demands from anyone else...

See, I'm rambling now. I know it is a bad habit, so I'm off to do a few things around the house. Dishes are calling again, and I think I'll do them tonight that have to fight with them in the morning. I hope all is good for everyone.

Goodnight or Good Day (not to sure which it is for you:D)
Meg