It all started with a phone call...
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
I had a plan in place. We needed a few things from the store and it was soccer practice. So, my plan - run to the store directly after work, pick up a sub at Subway, go to soccer practice, walk the track, go home.... No problem! But then the phone rang...My husband can't pick up Matthew from the sitter, he's stuck at work. OK, no problem! I'll just run to the store, get my sub, pick up Matthew, go to soccer practice, walk the track... Silly me!
I go to the store and pick up the stuff I need - no problem! Ok, things are good. I stop at the Subway, and get my sub...I even got a deal because the kid mistakenly offered me Monday's $4.00 meal - which included chips & a drink. GREAT! A snack for Kate! Ok, 2 things done...now lets get Matthew!
BRAKE! Traffic! Argh! I hit traffic. It's in a place that NEVER gets backed up, and it seems to be for absolutely NO reason at all. (Well, maybe it was the "God has a sense of humor" kind of reason - Ohhh...you're on a tight timetable? BAM Traffic). So I sit. I already ate my sandwich, and now I'm munching on the chips. I'll just have a few, Kate can have the rest. A few painstaking minutes later, and only a foot forward on the road - the chips are gone and I'm contemplating licking the crumbs from the inside of the bag. It's ok, I'm still good, I just have to skip dessert tonight.
I FINALLY get to the sitter's house, where Matthew refuses to leave because he's too busy enjoying her teenage kids' dinner. I manage to get him in the car and we head to practice. Unload the stroller, Matthew, bags, snack, and stuff. Oh, gotta pee - I'm trying to drink more water, remember???
By the time I get to the field, practice is nearly over. I've had NO time to do laps on the track. Matthew is now covered in spaghetti sauce, from his "To Go" meal from the sitter, and now he's having a tantrum because he can't play soccer with the big kids. AWESOME!
Practice ends and it's time to head home. Kate likes to walk the long part of the track to get to the car, which is fine with me. Matthew wants to walk, but insists on carrying the soccer ball and trying to bounce it. Do you know how hard it is to push a massive stroller, keep a toddler from tripping all the runners and walkers, and remind the 6 year old to stay out of people's way?? I finally get to the car - near tears. Oh, I got Matthew in the stroller - tantrum and all. Grapes - thank God for grapes!!
By the time I get home, I'm a wee bit frazzled. Ok, I have the crazy eyes and I think I've developed a tick by this time. And of course, Matthew won't go to bed. Of course he won't let Daddy hold him. Of course, I have to wash Kate's hair with one hand and hold Matthew. By the time I FINALLY get him to bed, and get to sit down, I'm a tense mess.
My husband lovingly comes over with a glass of wine, and an eclair. He'd bought them for a special treat, and asked if I wanted to wait to have it. But no, I couldn't resist it. I ate it and had the wine. I've now pushed my calories over the top.
Fortunately, it's a new day. It's a rainy, yucky day, but it's a new one. I got up and worked out this morning. I don't expect to see a loss on the scale this week. But I'm not giving up. I just have to work harder and re-commit.