Gettin' My Groove Back
I finally made it out the door at 5:50 this morning to run. Yahoo. Man, that felt soooooo good. Last week was a great week in the food department and I finally feel like I am getting back into my regular healthy lifestyle. We didn't eat out once last week and salads have become a regular part of our cuisine, once again. My insides feel better and my mood is improving.I spent the whole weekend working on the boy's bedroom. The big thing we promised him when we moved back, in order to help make the move back less traumatic, was to give him a new room, with new furniture and everything, and he gets to pick it all out. We got paint, a ceiling fan, blinds, sheets, a comforter set and a new mattress set (queen size, instead of the twin he had) this weekend. Oh, and new door hardware, of course. He decided he wanted two different colors in his room. I didn't realize how difficult it was to pull this off successfully. I am still trying to perfect where one wall meets the other wall of a different color. That is hard work. I think it is going to require a small artists paintbrush to get it just right. But, he is worth it and I enjoy the challenge. :)
Hubby and I have been throwing out the idea of having more children over the last 16 months. This will require him to get his vasectomy reversed, and I may have to go on fertility drugs because of my PCOS. Neither of us liked those things (they are expensive and not guaranteed to work) and we have been considering adoption lately. We both think we really don't want to have babies, anyway, so we've been thinking about adopting a younger sibling group of two children. I was getting certified to become a foster/adoptive parent several years ago through the State but decided not to because of some of the rules and burdens. We have inquired into a Christian organization who will act as a middleman between us and the state and I think that will cure the problems I had with working directly with the State. We'll see. I remember that my brother (who is a Sheriff's Deputy in California) said I was crazy for wanting to take children placed in State custody because of the problems I'd be bringing into my home. Those children didn't ask to be born into neglective/abusive families. It's not their fault. They are just children and need a good home and good parents. Last time I checked, my own son wasn't the epitome of perfection...call me crazy.
