Twas the week before Christmas

The kids hung drinking straws on the Christmas tree.   They took all the brushes and cleaning cloths out of the mop bucket and hung them around the house.  I found scrub brushes hanging off of the peaks of the christmas Continue reading Twas the week before Christmas

Four months of Mr and Mrs JB, under the same roof

It has been an interesting four months.   Several of our projects are completed! The storage room shelves got finished and the floor painted, and mostly everything that goes there moved back in. The living room is done, with the wood Continue reading Four months of Mr and Mrs JB, under the same roof

a fresh start in the same place

JB is the real hero of our story, don’t let my bitching fool you.  He let me move in with him, with all hundred boxes of stuff from my apartment, and for the last month I have been sifting through Continue reading a fresh start in the same place

pudge

This morning I stepped on the scale.  115 pounds.  ugghhh…. I can feel it in my body, see it in the way my clothes are fitting.  Feeling short of breath at the top of the third flight of stairs, still Continue reading pudge

my friend vino

two nights without a drink. this is progress, right? I am up at least ten pounds. Jeans getting tight, and craving sugar and carbs and eating everything in sight, for weeks now. I don’t quite understand the momentum behind a Continue reading my friend vino

just breathe

Session with my therapist today, who had two questions: What would it take to have the courage to face my anxiety without resorting to dysfunctional coping behaviors? What is my plan if my needs cannot be met in my new life? Continue reading just breathe

a very mormon weekend

It was LDS general conference this weekend.  JB and I spent the last two days on our bed (did you catch that?  OUR bed) listening to parts of all four sessions, with my laptop streaming the video feed from LDS.org Continue reading a very mormon weekend

on the subject of wine

If you have MTHFR you shouldn’t drink.  Period.  I haven’t had a drink since Friday night, except for a glass of sacramental wine on Sunday.  I know, I know… It’s only Tuesday, and this morning my hands were shaking when Continue reading on the subject of wine

the domesticity of pie

Today another meeting with my counselor.  Today we talked about how much I don’t like endings. Why don’t you like endings? she asked. Because endings are abandonment, and I will never abandon anything or anyone who has a glimmer of Continue reading the domesticity of pie