Day 1 of quitting smoking. I made it. We made it (the swearing Irish man who can't do plumbing is quitting too). And better yet, the kids survived as well. Nicorette is the bestest bandaid in the whole world at the moment. 2 pieces today and I didn't feel stabby(ish). Win. I also took 2 walks today and started lifting weights to tone my body again. It felt GOOD. I actually had energy.
Ry had a great day at preschool. I'd been worrying that we should pull him out and find a better school. Since it's so late in the year I decided to keep him put. Well, today he did excellent and they moved him up to a higher classroom to better challenge him. Just the thing I'd been concerned about and it was *poof* solved.
Goobs only shoved one item up her nose. It was easily blown out in a slimy glory onto my outstretched hand. She had a thing for dancing today, the goose. The kid rocks (and blows shiny objects out of her nose). Not even trick monkeys are capable of that. Or at least they wouldn't be willing to lose their dignity doing so.
Beans is again worrying about dying. The dear empathetic little liberal in the making (egads) worries me with all of her worrying. I have a certain amount of animosity built up towards the person who took her to the graveyard and showed her my born still nephew's grave site. My sweet little girl wasn't ready for that. We'd talked about death. Relatives close to us have died. It's not a subject that had been avoided. But damnit, we kept it age appropriate.
I fretted for 2 days about what to blog about. I've got issues I'm passionate about burning a hole in my wrinkly cerebrum, however, starting small suddenly felt right. Tomorrow is day 2 of no smoking. I put on my pith helmet in preparation.
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