I will not give in...

to the food police!!!! It is enough that I am making a sincere effort to excercise (which I have been doing consistently for several weeks now). I WILL NOT... be bullied into giving up my favorite desserts, which I tend to crave when I'm pmsing, or coming down from pms. So what that I will have to walk five extra miles to get rid of it? I can't do all of this drastic changing at once. It's just wrong. I'm not a criminal. I will not spend the rest of my years in dessert exile. Everything in moderation, damn it. This body shit is going waayyyy too far for me. Yes, I want to be fit and fabulous in my forties, instead of just fabulous. But being a skinny bitch is not the goal. Being a healthy bitch is.

Unfuckingbelievable....

is all I could say when the ex emailed me this morning saying that DIT has to come back two weeks early because he has to go out of town- probably the country (he's in the military)- at the end of July. Give me a fucking break. She LITERALLY just left!!!!! UGH!!!!! What do I have to do to have longer than five minutes to myself?

Me Time

My summer vacation officially starts on Saturday. That's when the darlin' DIT will head out with her daddy for seven weeks of uninterrupted ME time. You gotta love it; and I REALLY do. Yes writing is on the agenda, and yes, reading is on the agenda, but more importantly, socializing and connecting with Big People (also known as adults) will be the focus. The older my daughter gets, the less time I have for my stuff because I am shuttling her to practice or rehearsal or the party of the weekend. My entire life is planned around the social and academic life of an eleven year old. When the fuck did that happen? And to top it off, she recently told me that we needed more time to discuss the events of our weeks. So, yesterday, we're sitting outside having ice cream at an overpriced creamery when she says, "So mom, when are you going to start dating again? You need to have more kids so that you aren't alone when I'm gone." This is my life. And folks wonder why I'm so joyous every summer.