I thought this was supposed to be my relaxation time. I am done with event season and pictured myself lulling through the days with nothing to do except volunteer at my daughter's school. So WHY am I working on a million things this week alone?! I've got a Halloween get together at my house Thursday, I'm speaking at career day for my daughter's school Friday and am producing a church event Saturday. Add to that writing a script for a friend's show, planning my daughter's birthday and getting ready to host Thanksgiving at our house - that's like what, six things between now and Thanksgiving - three of them being this week?
My daughter didn't have school today so I thought I'd take her to the zoo, but I ended up spending at least three hours trying to get this church event together. I am ashamed to say I said some awfully un-Godly words during those three hours including a few I made up. Parker kept asking to eat because she was hungry, and I kept saying "I"ll be right there" as the phone kept ringing. Finally she got tired of waiting and went to the fridge, pulled out the ham and cheese and said she was making her own sandwich. I even let her dress herself - it didn't bother me that there wasn't a lick of soap nor water on her body - at least she had clean clothes on and it was one less thing for me to do. Thankfully a little later my mother-in-law came by with my nephew - I thought letting them rip the house to shreds was a small price to pay for getting out to do some errands.
Came back to a still standing house and let Park have every piece of candy I could find as well as put on my red lipstick, so I could work on my presentation for her school. How did things get this mad? It's to the point where my business partner called me about something work related and I could barely return her call because of the personal stuff I was doing. I keep pushing my "I can relax" date back - first it was September after my last large event, then it was October, now I am looking at after Thanksgiving!
I'm falling off the wagon with my eating too - I see that scale starting to inch its way back up and chocolate tempting me again as if it were crack. I just can't do one cookie. One turns into 157. Last week I ran, I roped, I did floor routines and I STILL put on a pound - THAT is how much chocolate I am consuming. Not to mention I'm slipping back into staying up late - especially on Sundays - Once Upon a Time, Walking Dead, Talking Dead, Homeland, Masters of Sex - I'm DVRing stuff to watch later but later just becomes later on the same night. I was a zombie this morning, but I made myself run - even if it only keeps the weight at bay.
As I am writing this Park is screaming for me to turn a scarf into a dress as she disrobes and demands "no sleeves!" Took care of that and now I am counting the seconds until Larry gets home, after which time I will kiss him hello, go upstairs and zone out until tomorrow. It's his turn... Dammit - the dress fell apart, let me go search for a larger scarf!
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