The usual drudgery

Tomorrow I have those two moles removed. It'll be nice to never worry about them again. Then again, I fear needles and having my body cut into pieces, even if it's a part of my body that I don't want anymore. Yeah, and I think I can have plastic surgery. HA! A week from tomorrow is my consultation with the plastic surgeon. I really need to get on making my other appointments. My eye doctor can wait a little while but I really need to call my OB. My appointment with them should've been six weeks after Evan was born. Evan is going on nine weeks old. Do you think I'm going to get a lecture??

Speaking of Evan. He has a belly ache today. What that means for the rest of us is that we get to listen to him fuss and scream intermittently for hours at a time. When it gets to be too much, I've been sticking him in one of his various baby contraptions and letting him cry for a while. A few times it's managed to put him to sleep. And a few times, he's just cried more. Babies are such... babies. Wahhh I have to poop, wahhhh. Get over it. :)

I brought in our old recycling containers tonight for Jasmine's toys. I had to clean them first, obviously but they worked quite well. You can see the carpet in her room again. My uncle gave us a few dressers and soon we'll be a little more organized. Maybe I'll actually be able to locate our clothes without digging through a pile that's been left on the guest bed. The horror!

If I wasn't worried about the munchkins waking up, I would go to another set of pilates. I don't feel the workouts as much during or immediately after as I would like to. When I work out, I want to struggle, curse the instructor and wish for death. I usually feel it to some degree the next day but only if I'm working those muscles. I think I'll start doing the dance dance revolution earlier in the day and then in the evening, I'll do the pilates. Throughout the day I'll do lunges and squats, as I've already been doing. (it doesn't take long to do 50 of them at a time... you can do it while you're waiting for the microwave to finish cooking, the water to get to a certain temperature from the faucet, etc.) I'm enjoying working out quite a bit more now than before I had kids. Before it was a chore. Now it's more of a "me" time thing. Jasmine knows that's the one time during the day where she absolutely has to wait on whatever it is she's wanting, unless it's a potty thing. Now, Evan doesn't seem to have the concept down but I suppose I can give him till four months of age to start scolding him. :)