My eldest daughter is 8. She is NOT a morning person. I knew that she would not get up this morning, after declaring last night that there was no way she was going to bed when her mind told her it was only 7 p.m.... She was still awake at 10:00 (but it's only 9:00 in my head). It began with TEARS. Her special LOVEY was lost and it's all because Dad woke her up BAD... (An aside to husbands - DO NOT GET YOUR KIDS IN AN EMOTIONAL MESS AND THEN PROMPTLY LEAVE FOR WORK! This upsets your wife.) I try not to let her MOODs get to me, but I am only human and they do. I have to stop and pratice my breathing, like I did before I gave birth. Eventually we are all calm. We talk about frustration. We still have not found the LOVEY, and in the back of my mind I am crazy: What if we don't find it before bed? Any other mother whose kids have blankies, lovies, dollies or teddys know what I am talking about, and it is NOT PRETTY.
On to the weight loss front. I am really back on track. I had a decent - though not perfect day yesterday. I did a 3 mile run/walk with the dog; walking not because I was tired, but because my dog is a crazy sniffer and there was still a lot of ice to contend with on the sidewalks. It was also blustery and cold, so I was just happy I got my butt outside.
This morning I am going to attempt to put my house back together, find a lost lovey and a Nintendo DS. I also have to babysit my 2 year old neighbor, Jake. I don't have boys and I really don't like other people's kids, but some days you just need to suck it up. Piano lessons and Brownies are on the schedule for this afternoon. I don't think I am going to make it to the gym, but maybe, just maybe I'll get a run in.
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