I had my teeth cleaned yesterday. I thought I was doing a really good job caring for my teeth, but apparently I am lacking in my brushing skills. It felt like the hygienist lady was tearing my gums apart. AWFUL. The worst part is that I had my last Ortho appintment on Tuesday, so my teeth were super sore and sensitive. It was just an all around bad experience. Note to self: Do not schedule two dental appointments in the same week.
I have been working on a blanket for one of my pregnant friends for about 3-4 months. For some reason, this project is taking me FOREVER to complete. Even John has commented on how he never wants to look at the blanket again. I couldn't agree more. After I finish this project, I am hanging up my crocheting needles for a while. Several people I know are currently pregnant, so technically I should be crocheting more than ever. But I think I am going to take the easy route and just buy them something from the store.
My daughter is going through a super annoying phase right now. For some reason, she keeps getting up between 5am and 6 am. WHY? No one knows. I think John is waking her up while he getting ready for work. And instead of going back to sleep (like she has done for the past 4 years), she is just starting the day really really really early. It wouldn't be so bad if she just played quietly in her room. But noooooo - she has to be an ass. She keeps opening and closing her bedroom door repeatedly. She doesn't actually go out of her room. She just opens the fucking door 200 times per minute. Yesterday I lost my cool and ended up yelling at her at 5:45am. Not fun. I am thinking about buying her a digital clock, and telling her that if the first number is a 4, 5 or 6 she has to stay in bed. She can only get up if the number is a 7 or 8. It probably won't work, but I've got to try something.
John and I have been talking more and more about refinishing our basement. We don't really have the money right now, but after we pay off our home equity loan I think we'll be able to swing it. Honestly, I don't really care about the extra space. I really just want a second bathroom. We have one bathroom. ONE! I can't take it anymore. I need another bathroom.
We finally got rid of cable. It is strange, because we never watched TV when we had cable. But ever since it was turned off, I have become obsessed with Television. Now I find myself watching cooking shows on PBS and reruns of All in the Family. Why do we always want what we can't have?