This last week was rough. I was still nauseated all week, and one day had to get up at 6 to let in contractors who didn't end up showing up until nearly nine anyway. It poured rain so I had nothing to do with Theo except drive around in circles. Oh, it sucked. I also just freak out when my home is chaotic and invaded. I hate it so much. But it has to happen.
This week should have good weather so hopefully I can get in some walks as part of my diet. It's going well - down the three pounds I'm supposed to be at this point, so if I stay on track I will lose all the weight I want in the next 1-2 months.
I discovered, after checking out the sign in forms at B's school, that the morning drop off does not have to be 7:30 AM. The gal watching the door told me mornings are flexible, that kids can be dropped off as late as nine. I was delighted! This means that when B starts kindergarten at 8 I can potentially drop T at preschool afterwards instead of getting up even earlier. So, that was a bit of a relief.
The Boyfriend casually mentioned the other night that he really wants to quit smoking, apropos of nothing. I was shocked, but didn't want to jump all over it - we talked a little bit about the pros and cons of nicotine gum before he went out to, of course, have a cigarette. I'm not sure where to go from here - it's so important to handle this gingerly; I know if I push, as I was planning, it could be disastrous. But the fact that it's something he's thinking about is a huge step in the right direction.