Seriously, I am obsessed with the new Taylor Swift song. I love that she fully embraced all of the awkward, white girl dance moves. This song was on repeat during last night’s dog walk and I definitely shook it. A whole bunch of times.
Fostering this pretty lady and her four kittens in our spare bedroom. Allergies be damned.
This article on the 10 Organization Habits to Establish by 30. Everything in my world is a stressed out mess right now, and it appears it will be that way for a while. Might as well work on making sure my nest is in order.
At the start of every season, I tell myself that I am going to revamp not only my bedroom, but the whole basement. Ideally, my bedroom would become a place that I use for more then just sleeping and storing my things. I’ve decided that this truly is the season that I’ll get things started. Right now the plan is just to massively clean and prep all the walls for painting in the fall. Since my goal is to be out of my mom’s basement by 2016, I want to make the space easily convertible to a guest area, so that there’s plenty of room for all of us kids when we come to visit.
This past week didn’t seem as hectic as the others have been lately. Part of it might be due to the fact that I had not one, but three days off of work ( two were due to weather) where I really didn’t have to do anything. And when I have a day where I don’t have to do anything, I end up getting a lot done. Like finally cleaning my room and putting away all my laundry.
My skinned knee is almost all healed up. Being around lots of little boys meant that it got touched a lot…and licked once. Luckily it no longer hurts in a way that keeps my from doing yoga on it. Although I will almost always take a good excuse to not workout.
So much time to myself was a perfect reason to take Diego (above) and Scotti on their own long walks. The troopers have been exhausted, which is really great news because it means they aren’t waking me up during their late night wrestling matches.
I spent my planned day off drinking sparkling wine and watching movies on Netflix. Luckily I had thought ahead and shut the computer off, so there was no Drunk Muff shopping sprees. I do kind of think I need a pretty ice bucket.
I’ve been reading up on all the numbers and facts that I need to know in order to ace my written driver’s test. I got the go-ahead seal from Mississippi last week, so the ball is totally in my court to get my license. My friend Emma will hopefully be able to come to Eldora this week to give me some parallel parking lessons.
In the meantime, I’ll focus more on studying, and less on looking at cars that I just cannot afford. The struggle is real between looking at things that are somewhat practical, preferably with 4wd for Iowa winters and enough room in back for Scotti and Diego, and completely ridiculous.
You remember that lucky girl from when you were a preteen who blossomed earlier than everybody else? First to get her period, first to get a bra with underwires. That was me. At age 9. My mom helped guide me through my period with an American Girl health book that had me convinced I was going to have a baby. Luckily in the past 18 years, I’ve grown to accept my period, annoying but occasionally comes with a “thank you, baby jesus”, and my boobs, which are pretty much amazing. Not so amazing is finding tops and dresses that don’t make me look like I’m shooting a chubby girls themed spread in Maxim. So when I was clicking through the internet, I was excited to see Reformation‘s newest collection: “My Eyes Are Up Here“. Pretty cutout dresses with enough fabric to cover up a bra? I am totally in.
The Tawny Dress above is probably my favorite. While I’d probably be a little less bold and go with the dress in black, there’s something so sweet about the floral print.
After another month of spending time together with Tinderboy, it was becoming obvious that feelings were starting to grow. Even my mom can tell that I like him. There was a quick make out session while my mom and family were renting a car at Enterprise to go to Ohio. A quick work night sleepover that left me feeling extra exhausted but totally pleased.
and in a 12 year old crush mode, not anything naughty.
since things were growing, I decided it was time to fake a little bravery and tell him some things about my future and past. The past: that I’m involved in an extremely open adoption with the family who adopted the boy who hit the genetic bullseye when I birthed him 3 years ago. The future: that I’m about to become a surrogate for the same family.
It was hard to work up the being brave thing. “holy shit” got repeated a lot. But with how much I like this boy, I truly believed he needed to know. Just like I need to know where he stands, if only to prevent my heart from being extra broken in the future. While I have no idea what may come of this whole telling the truth thing, I’m so proud of myself for saying the things out loud that needed to be said.
I honestly have no idea how things will proceed. There’s been a few text messages back and forth, but we shall see if there’s another playdate over the weekend.
When it comes to boys, I believe that if they want any of me, they have to take all of me. Deciding to be a surrogate is a big thing, a thing that I knew might make it hard to date, but that’s okay. I’m excited for this adventure, and all the maternity clothes that come with it.
And as for the dating while trying to get pregnant/being pregnant; if Jennifer Lopez could do it in The Backup Plan, I can totally do it too. Although I don’t plan on perusing anyone else for awhile. I have far too many things going on. Plus I should probably be resting more.
I had told myself when I started this little hunk of the interweb that I would be posting at least 2 times a week, with an eventual goal of 5 times a week Unfortunately, things in my life are so busy right now that something has to take a backseat. Being the blossoming grownup that I am, I decided to slow down on my internet presence; Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Everyday Meremaid, and focus on the humans that I’m with. The tasks that are right in front of me. My dogs. My health, both mental and physical.
It will only be a short break, three weeks at most. Certain things have to get shut down, so others can be rebooted, and Everyday Meremaid has to take a pause. In part because I’m still trying to figure out what to say, and how to let people know I’m saying it. Because sometimes this all feels like a waste of time when I can’t even get my own immediate family to read. Because I’m bored with talking about how I have goals and then not actually working to obtain them.
So internet, I’ll be doing a quick scan every now and then, but for the next few weeks; we’re on a break.
Life is busybusybusy and this birth month is even more then usual. Since I’m not doing mush celebrating on my actual birthday this year, minus taking treats to kindergarten, I thought I’d up the adorable factor with some childhood photos.