weeklong update

The last time I wrote in here was a week ago and we had just found out that Abigail possibly has asthma. Well, she was on breathing treatments for a week and a half, and didn't seem to be responding, so she went back to the doctor today. She is now on an antacid out of hopes that maybe her cough is related to acid reflux. Tomorrow we will have an appointment set up with the hospital to have an xray done with barium. But she is gaining weight appropriately, she is up to 15 pounds now. She has also figured out how to roll completely over from her back to her tummy, getting over that arm was a total bitch though.

We have also tried to tackle Grace's potty training road....which we have come to a fork in. She has ,to no surprise, taken the difficult path. We have come to a stalemate. She refuses to go potty now. She sits there for an entire hour and doesn't do anything, so out of fear of her legs falling totally asleep, I put a diaper on her, and f*** me she immediately pees or shits in the diaper, thus creating more work for me. When will she get the hang of it? She knows when she goes to the bathroom that she gets treats and she also knows when she dirties a diaper!!! What gives? Is this just the start of that long bumpy road of daughters making their mothers lives hell! I just don't understand, I thought girls were supposed to be easier to potty train than boys...who knows....those damn books don't know anything. That'll teach me to actually pay attention to what I read in those books. Anyway...we are moving on now.

Me, my mother and my sister-in-law are now taking our weight loss and muscle toning seriously. Me and my mom walk 5 days a week for an hour at the local mall, a total of 5 laps (2 laps=1 mile). So every day we get in 2.5 miles just from walking around the mall. And trust me when you are pushing a stroller the whole time, you feel it in every muscle from your neck to your feet. We have also started doing videos at home. We do a dance video, and cardio videos/wieght training. And I can proudly say that I am now 151 lbs. Not too shabby. I have 15 lbs to go to get to the weight I was before I became pregnant with Grace. That is my goal. I have even gotten a special form of motivation. I have taken a picture of me in bra and panties, and put it on the wall in the bathroom by the scale. We have taken to starting a diet, trying to cut out our fatty items. So we will see in a few weeks whether or not this is working. I am so excited about this. I am going to be busting my ass to get to that weight and to be able to actually look good in a bikini again, since we have a vacation in august that is on a BEACH!!

I also need to tell you how our weekend without the girls went. It was a great weekend for us, but oh so funny. It all started out on a thursday night when we still had the girls. We decided to have everyone over (meaning my family, and my husband best friend) for steaks and taters. That all went off without a hitch, but that night we all decided to have a few drinks. We had Cuervo margaritas, and each batch was much stronger than the last. I hardly felt a thing, because I had 2 babies to take care of. My husband on the other hand, was feeling fan-fuckin-tastic. He had 3 HUGE glasses of margaritas and 4 beers on top of that. He got totally sloshed. He even went to bed at 1. I stayed up to talk to BFF and decided to try to go to bed at around 2:30. Well, before the hubby went to bed he told me to wake him up to fool around some. So when I went in there that is precisely what I did. We start messing around, and I realized that he was still really trashed, so I wasn't go to do this for him, I was just going to worry about me. So I get after it, and all of a sudden he tells me to stop cause his stomach hurts. I said honey, if you think you are going to be sick go to the bathroom. Get out of bed and go to the toilet. I get off of him and lay on my side of the bed to see what he was going to do, then he just shot straight up and started pucking all over himself and into his lap, which is covered with our comforter. I was so upset!!! I told him to get out of bed and go finish at the toilet and then take a shower cause he was covered in puke. He gets out of bed after trying to soak some of the alcohol and steak off of the comforter with a towel, and all he really manages to do is just make the mess bigger. I take the towel outside to shake it out before I can wash it. I come back inside and my husband is trying to shove the comforter into the washin machine. I told him to stop, that it won't fit and I have to get all of the vomit off of it before hand anyway. So I help him into the shower and go outside to shake it out. I come back in, he is still in the shower, I go check on the girls. I come back into our room, and tell him to get out of the shower and he gets very angry with me because I turned the water off. He then informed me to turn the water on or else. I knew that it was the alcohol talking, so I turned the cold water back on, and then he got extremely angry with me, but I wanted him to be angry because I was angry with him. I finally get him out of the shower, after he slid down the wall of the shower and almost passed out. Once I thought he was done vomiting I got him dried off and back into the bed which I had remade with cleans linens.

The next day, we are supposed to bring the girls to meet my in-laws for them to stay with them. Hubby wasn't able to make due to the fact that he was STILL throwing up!! Therefore I made the hour and a half trip alone and dropped them off, which was probably for the best since I cried on my way back home. Come on now, its the first time they have gone somewhere without me, especially that far. I get back home, and my hubby is feeling better. Well enough for us to go wash our cars and to go get some beer and crawfish. We then went back home and went to the movies later that evening. We saw The Happening, decent movie...bad acting. The next day we slept in and just hung out with each other until that night. We went back to the movies and watched Don't Mess With The Zohan. It was funny and stupid all at the same time. Then we left and drove around for a little while. We decided to go to a bar. There is one just down the street from our house that we hadn't ever seen open, let alone people there. But that night it was open and there were people there. We decide to go to that one. When we walk in I notice that there are cages alongside the dance floor. I personally think cages are awesome, but I am a huge dance junkie. When I saw those cages I leaned over to my husband and said "Oh look, there are cages, thats amazing seeing that the only other time I have seen cages in a club, it was a gay club." Well, it looked like any other club, until more and more people started showing up and then we realized that we went on gay night. Which don't get me wrong, we absolutely loved. I was able to let loose and not worry about hubby, and he was able to let loose and not worry about any guys hitting on his wife. We noticed this lesbian couple, because one of them had a really bad ass total back tattoo. We started talking to them and low and behold I was able to find probably the only person in there from Louisiana, and Lafayette of all places. I was so happy to know that I was talking to someone who is from somewhere so close to where I grew up. She immediately knew that I was from LA the moment I started talking. She felt just as at home as I did.

We had such a good time that the next day before going to get the girls, we went and hung out with them and their dogs at the lake. They are a really cool couple, very laid back. We even invited them over for hotdogs, hamburgers, and boudain the next night. So I am happy to say that I now have new friends in this little bitty town in TX. It only took 2 years to get them. However they will never replace my friends in LA. No one quite compares to Louisianaians!! We have got to stick for one another. Unless you have lived there you have no idea what I am talking about, it truly is like a whole other country, with all of its diversities. Well, I think I am done for the night. I hope you all sleep well, and have a blessed day tomorrow.