Well, first of all, I have to declare how amazing I am because I learned this very week that regular popcorn can be popped in the microwave with nothing more than a paper bag and a smile on your face.
We have been having so much fun.
I also add a small, small mini dollop of coconut oil, just for kicks.
I’m not kidding. I feel like a genius. All because I accidentally stumbled across this knowledge on the internet.
Okay, so I know microwaves are evil and I don’t like to use them, but now I will sneakily use my microwave for popcorn deliciousness when I am too lazy to do it the old fashioned way with my daughter’s trusty Whirley Pop.
So, I have been feeling pretty superior since I discovered this little bit of wisdom. It was like I did an experiment with cooking and it worked and it tasted good.
I also had some huge accomplishments this week, like going to Hollywood Studios and walking around with the kids and visiting the Magic Kingdom with only two meltdowns! (Each child is allowed one meltdown ticket per visit, which can last for up to five minutes. We only used two tickets today! And I didn’t melt down at all!).
Then, there is the not so fun stuff.
Like realizing that I feel like I am going to be on a certain anti-seizure medication for well, EVER.
(Well, maybe not forever–but at least til next week then. )
Thanks, Mr. SMeE.
I don’t want to be on any medication, just in case anyone in heaven is listening. Don’t like it. Would rather just take a drop of oregano oil mixed with elation oil mix and be done with it.
But, no. There is this neurologist who thinks I’ve got issues.
What’s with neurologists anyway and all their brain testing and whatnot?
And, can I just plug my ears when we talk about the possibility that I may have had a stroke back in January?
Anyway, there is also the issue of stairs.
I don’t do well with them.
Sometimes I can climb them–you know, like when people climb Everest.
But, the getting down…that’s tough.
I have now fallen three times on my fancy, twisting staircase.
Sometimes I am literally shipwrecked in my room because I can’t get down below.
Sometimes I am adrift downstairs in the living room because I can’t get up!
It’s a lose-lose.
Also, it’s a bit, er, embarrassing, to fall down the stairs when you are only 40 and not 18 months or 80 years old.
And, also, a walker doesn’t work on stairs.
(Although, I don’t want to have a walker, either.)
I am a prideful, vain woman.
So, I have had to eat humble pie today.
Why can’t it taste like this:
Instead, it tastes like this:
I really need to get rid of stairs in my daily life. Some stairs on occasion are fine, but day to day stairs, not so much.
So, I am looking at perhaps moving…again. Only, this time so I can leave the stairs behind.
Because I don’t like being shipwrecked and isolated, and also, it’s kind of no fun to fall down the stairs.
It scares little people.
And, me, a little, too.
So…I don’t know how I feel about any of it.
I am also trying to be, er, thrifty.
I am not very thrifty. I am like this girl:
I don’t care about sales, or saving money or doing things like being thrifty. Emergency preparedness makes me want to cry, I don’t like saving for a rainy day, or fudge made out of beans. Mostly, I would just buy the whole year’s supply and be done with it–and not buy it on sale! I don’t want to be bothered “looking for a deal”. I just want to get it over with. Unlike her, I don’t like shopping–but I like nice things. I just want to get what I need and not have to spend time dealing with it.
I will spend an extra $40 dollars just to have something prettier. Or nicer. Or a fashion color.
What is wrong with me? And how did I end up with someone who is Chinese for a husband?
Anyway, here I am and I am thinking about no stairs and trying to go smaller, too. Not just because it’s thrifty. Heavens, no. Mostly, because bigger is harder to manage, and I am doing good to go to the bathroom and shower by myself some days. So, anyway…
It’s going to be an adventure, and I am not sure if I am ready for an adventure. I keep going back and forth, changing my mind, thinking that tomorrow will be the day I can handle the stairs, because I don’t want to move again and I don’t want to move because I can’t handle climbing the stairs.
Grr. This is so un-fun. And, I just don’t know how to make up my mind.
Pray for me. Pray that I can at least, if it comes to it, find a house in a fashion color.
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