Too Much to Write

Every day that I put off writing an update is more day that it just seems like far too much work to really do it justice.

The holidays were good, although Alan and I got into a huge fight the first night we were in Connecticut because I felt like he was being selfish in the way that he "helped." Meaning basically that he was doing the things that he wanted to, rather than the things I specifically told him would be helpful to me and asked him to do. The whole trip was pretty stressful, actually, in large part because Alan’s family kept flaking out on plans and the bad weather made it hard to adjust. It was aggravating and I’m glad we’re not putting ourselves through it next year. We’ll have a quiet Christmas at home, thanks.

Right before we left, our car became so unreliable that we couldn’t count on getting to Denver in it or home from the airport once we got back, so we bought a new car. It’s a 2011 Nissan Rogue. Hurray for having car payments again… oh wait, scratch that. But they aren’t unmanageable now that Alan’s a sergeant. We do still need to have two cars, so at some point, we have to get the PT Cruiser to a mechanic. It’s randomly turning itself off and on while driving. No bueno. It pisses me off that Alan has already claimed the new car though and is leaving me and Pippa in the Cruiser. Because somehow it’s so much better to randomly break down in the middle of the day with a baby along when he works in an office where he’s not even allowed to bring his phone because of the classified nature of the job. Seriously.

I talked to my dad yesterday and it was yet another shining example of why I hate talking to my dad. I had left a message on their machine and I was hoping it would be my mom who called back, but apparently she doesn’t know how answering machines and voice mail work because I tried calling her at work too and she hasn’t called back.

They’re holding auditions this week for a production of Les Miserables on Ft. Carson. Alan went skiing today so I couldn’t go to tonight’s but there’s one tomorrow night too. I’d love to be Madame Thenardier. Well, I’d really love to be Eponine or Fantine, but I’m just not the physical type and I don’t have the voice. I *could* have the voice, but not after 12 years of no real singing.

Anyway, at this point I really just want to go to bed. Pippa had a terrible night last night. She woke up three times just between the time she went to bed and the time we went to bed. Then at least two more time during the night before waking up for the day around 6:30 and refusing to fall back to sleep even when I pulled her in with me. ::sigh:: Yesterday was all over stress. I got an email from the company that should have started my dress for the ball last Monday to say that my measurements were wrong (which they weren’t) and so my order was on hold. And since they hadn’t started it, by the time they did, it wasn’t going to get here in time. I’m pissed because I absolutely LOVED that dress. I had to cancel the order (since I want to lose weight before the next ball) and go dress shopping. I got something that will work, but I’m not head over heels about it. It’s more flattering than I could have guessed it would be based on the cut, so that’s something. Maybe I’ll be more open to trying that style from now on. Only if I can try it on first though. I do still have to buy shoes. And Pippa food (she’s only eating table food some of the time). So there’s tomorrow accounted for.

On the plus side, with Alan away all day, I actually got shit done. When he’s here all day I’m really terrible about it.

But like I said, bedtime.

~Liz