Car still dead.
I went shopping this weekend and got some clothing for the Girlie. One of the things I got was a light cotton jacket. She adored it. So much so that when she kept it on all day yesterday and had to be convinced to remove it. (Thirty minutes, I shit you not) of cajoling, asking, comforting (because she was well and truly upset. Crying and sucking her fingers and just about hysterical “I want my jacket!); it needed to be washed. She needed to be washed. It was nite-nite time. She can wear it in the morning to school.
Do I think that this melt down was really over a jacket?
At least not completely. She misses living w/Mama and Daddy in one house. She misses the structure of our lives. Truth to be told – so do I. I miss J, I miss living with him – irritating habits notwithstanding.
We are working things out — but, its such a slow, slow process. And I have never been one for patience.
On another front – the diet seems to be going pretty well. I resisted office birthday party cake yesterday and donuts this morning. Only a slight twinge of “wish I could have those” but nothing serious. I realize that for me, at any rate – donuts and cake and chocolate are not something that I can have just once in a while.
I used to joke about being obsessive-compulsive with my smoking. But when I quit – I seemed to have replaced it with sweets and carbs. No more. I eat healthy, I drink water. My mantra – if you will.
No matter how good that queso looks.