Best intentions....

So whose dumb idea was it to try to start eating well the day after Hallowe'en? On a day the house was overflowing with candy and treats of all kinds? Oh yeah. Mine. I'm an eejit. Let's just say that day one was a bust. I made it through the morning, making beds, putting away laundry, shaking over-tired and over-sugared children off of my legs. I made homemade soup for lunch, and passed on the grilled cheese sandwiches I made for everyone else to eat with it. Then I spent the afternoon curled up on the sofa, eating candy and reading a book.

Well, it's a new day, but we're completely out of coffee so I don't hold out much hope for it.

I'm going to go clean out the pantry before taking the kids to buy groceries. It's an exciting life. Sigh.

Housekeeping

A little light housekeeping; mental, physical, and otherwise. Aahhh, sweet November. Since October begins with the Princess' birthday and ends with Hallowe'en, and December begins with Bad's birthday and ends with Christmas, November is a bit of a respite here at the House of Bad. So what have I decided to do with that respite? NaBloPoMo.


This year, however, it'll be NaBloPoMo with a purpose. The decluttering of my house, my body and my brain, and you can read about all of it, right here. I may not be able to afford therapy, but I have my own little space here to rant and rave, and some wonderful bloggy friends to keep me honest.


I've already started with the house, and since everyone seemed to like the photos of my fridge last Christmas, I'll post some shots of my newly organized cupboards, closets and drawers. By December, my house might not shine, but it'll be organized within an inch of its life, and very easy for Hubs to clean while I sit back and watch from the sofa.

Also? I've let my eating habits slip, and I've gained a few pounds back. I'm still wearing my 'skinny' clothes, but I feel bloated and sluggish in them. Time to start paying attention again, and to start drinking more water and less coffee. Yuck. That should up the snark factor over here.

Wish me luck....and happy posting, everyone!

Happy Hallowe'en!

Damn it. None of my pictures turned out. Oh well, the decorations were spooky, the children adorable, and the candy delicious. So Happy Hallowe'en from all of the monsters and goblins here at the House of Bad!

Fourth Fourth

I saw this meme over at Jen on the Edge. It's just the fourth photo in the fourth file in your Pictures folder. This is what I found. The Princess was 2, and already perfectly accessorized, even while sleeping. What will you find?

Something REALLY Scary....

You think ghosts and goblins are creepy? How about this much snow before Hallowe'en?


The Princess wanted to make a snowman, but then we decided a snow witch would be better.

Bad was not impressed. I'm with you buddy.

I feel the Crazies coming on....

Most of you are probably going to think that it's too early to be thinking about Christmas, but since we're hosting my family this year, I asked Hubs last night whether he wanted to go to his mom's or his sister's, or if he wanted to find a day to invite them here. I apparently wasn't specific enough in my suggestion that I couldn't handle everybody at once, and he called his mom and she's coming to stay from Christmas Eve through Boxing Day. And his sister will show up, boyfriend and enormous dog in tow, whenever she feels like it.

My MIL is not the devil. I have to keep repeating this to myself. She loves my kids, she is generous to us, and the fact that even thinking about her spending two nights here, two months from now, is making me yell at my children, obsessively clean the stove and my skin itch, well, I guess that's my problem. The woman is negative, she knows exactly which buttons to push, and I don't enjoy her company. I get defensive and angry and paranoid and crazy, whenever she's around. Whenever I even contemplate her being around. I don't want to list her faults, because I have more than enough of my own, but she once gave me a diet book for my birthday. That's just the kind of thing she does.

I think I need to get medicated. Maybe a secret bottle of Valium would take the edge off things for me.

Planning, however, is the key. I need to have everything done, every single detail laid out in advance. I know from experience that despite his best intentions, my husband is going to let me down. He won't help with the shopping, with the cleaning, with the wrapping, or the cooking. He will promise to do it, and then when he doesn't and I go bat-shit crazy, he will become the injured party, because I'm crazy, and those things that I think are important to do are just "crazy and obsessive". Hmm...I think there's another post right there.

Anyway. I'm rambling. I fear for my mental health.

Meh!

It's snowing. It's effing snowing. That's all.

Update: No, that's NOT all! It's a SNOWSTORM! An effing snowstorm. GAH!!!!