I have to say that mornings are difficult for me normally, so with this "dark night of my soul" looming on me in every way right now, it's been even harder to get out of bed. Cole has been a little trooper, and plays nicely in his crib until I come and rescue him. (aka we start the day) Now don't get me wrong I'm not sleeping all day, just a bit later that I want. I want to get up earlier that Cole and have a cup of coffee, maybe get a workout in, get some breakfast started, take a shower... you know those kinds of things-- not all of them every day though, I don't want to get up at 5, sheesh!
Caleb, Cole, and I went to McCall last week for a quick get away and we went to bed at 10. 10pm. Let me tell you, I don't remember the last time I went to bed at 10pm. Caleb's been on night shift now for months and it's hard to get to bed at a decent hour when I climb into bed alone, so 10pm is quite early.
This early bed time got me thinking about how much easier it would be to get out of bed early if I just went to bed early. I know, I know, that's a DUH. However, it's just hard to get into the habit of early to bed, early to rise. So, back to the title, I've been inspired, by my friend, Emily, who has two kids and is trying to do the same thing. I think if I do get up and get going everyday, it'll make me a little more productive and feel a little less, well, sad. I know the sadness isn't ever going to go away, however, maybe if I make a habit of getting up early, it'll help the depression a little bit.
Oh, on a side not, I got a hair cut, nothing too exciting, just a trim. I've been looking at pictures of me with long hair and I think I'm going to grow it out long again... wish me luck. I also think I'm going to dye it. Just have to wait for that pay check.
Thanks Kyle, for the idea of shaving it. I don't want to check out of life like Ms. Spears.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
I'm in a dilemma and I realize that there aren't very many people who read this, but I just needed to vent for a minute. I hate my hair right now. It's getting longer and still has layers from long ago, and I don't want to go get it cut until I know what I want, so I just keep letting it grow and it keeps grossing me out. not to mention, I've got a lot of white hair now peppered throughout my head (due to this wonderfully stressful year, and probably to becoming a mommy) and I don't know what to do about those. Part of me just wants to ignore them and let them grow and go white gracefully, and part of me wants to dye, dye, dye them. However, either solution ticks me off. I mean, I don't want to have to dye my hair and I don't want to have white hair either. I just want my hair back. I want my long, nice, dark hair back. So, there you go. I don't know what to do. Any suggestions?
Monday, October 5, 2009
So, today I'm sick. In fact for the last 3 days I'm been sick in bed. I haven't slept this much in ages. It's been really crummy. I mean, if you're going to take a time out in life, shouldn't it be because we want to take a time out? Not because we have to? Like, it sounds really nice to get a hotel room, all by myself, and just watch tv (we don't have cable, so hotel rooms are really fun!) and read a book and maybe go on a walk alone. Just for a day. To take a time out. Nope, planning that type of thing might happen, but most likely, my time outs are like this one. I'm in my room banned from the rest of the house as to not get everyone else sick, and I get to sleep and be on the laptop. And, it's not like I"m just chilling either-- I'm sick. I'm hacking up a lung, and my throat is so sore that it hurts from my ears all the way down to my neck. So much for a time out. So much for a day alone. I get to be with germs. Yum. Wish me good health for the rest of the year.