10th Day of Christmas

On the 10th day of Christmas, my inner ego gave to me.... a karaoke queen wannabe!

A supportive nature...
A strong will and determination...
A good public speaker...
A decent knack for writing...
Good at thinking on my feet...
A genuine smile...
A loyal friend...
Sarcastic wit...
And a mom who'd do anything for her kids!

For clarification, I do NOT karaoke but I'd like to and I love singing in the car and in the shower and along with the TV.  No, I don't sound good but who cares?  I sing to my girls every night before bed and last night, Lori said, "Mommy...you sing pretty."  That's the only critic that matters.

So packers came yesterday.  129 boxes and 4 1/2 hours and they were done.  I ran all my errands - bank, cable company, another bank, cleaned out the car, picked up my last Christmas gift, put in my change of address, did another walk through of the house...whew.

Got to my parents' house ready to just crash on their couch until morning.  Lori then proceeded to knock Maddie in the mouth with her elbow after they went to bed, sending an already loose baby tooth to the tooth fairy.  They finally get to sleep and Lori woke up with croup?  WTF?  Really?  What 5 year old gets croup?  So she's panicking because she thinks she can't breathe so Maddie's panicking because she thinks Lori can't breathe.  My humidifier is back at my place, packed up somewhere in between box 30 and box 60 and I have no way of knowing which one.  So 10:00 my mom, god bless her, went to CVS and bought a cool mist humidifier.  We change all the sleeping arrangements around so I can be in the same bed with Lori where she proceeded to wake up every hour on the hour with that barking, wheezing cough.  Ugh.  Seriously...what else could we have piled on last night?

This morning the movers showed up..my mom is there as my designate making sure everything gets loaded on to the truck.  Not the sharpest tools in the shed...these movers.  6 guys, 1 dolly.  Apparently, there was some kind of miscommunication about who was bringing the dollies.  Wonderful.

A couple interesting observations though.  Yesterday, I wore my sweatpants and long sleeve t shirt...something I'd wear working out or just lazing around (had cleaning up to do on the patio so no use looking good).  Anyway, I went out and ran some errands and when I came back, the girl looked up and asked, "Did you have a good run?"  She thought I had gone for a jog apparently.  I wonder if 2 years and 70 lbs ago if this would've been the question or if she would've asked how breakfast was.  It felt good.

Then I came into work today with a gift from my coworker.  This is not the Skinny Bitch one...rather she's the one who does a lot of races, trail running, body works classes, etc.  She's not judgmental in her skinniness...she really just loves exercising and being active.  Anywhoozle, I open the gift and it's a tshirt with Santa and says "I BELIEVE."  A little inside joke with me and my coworkers.  It's a size medium.  This skinny bitch looks at me and sees a size medium.  And even better?  It fits.  I've been wearing a size medium for a year now so it's not that big of a deal that it fits but it's the fact that someone ELSE bought me a size medium and it fit.  I don't know...it just seems different.

So off I go back to work.  Ugh.  I have all next week off and I can't wait!

Happy Thursday everybody!