I should be at the gym right now. I had planned to go to the gym at 3pm today, it’s after 3:30 and I’m blogging. Am I happy to be sitting in a quiet house, while the kids sleep, wearing my slippers and sitting on my lazy boy while I bitch about my day? I’m thrilled.

On Thursday, I made a list of things that I wanted to do and buy while I was able to run errands yesterday. I always forget something so I did what every women’s magazine tells you to do, and I made a list. A good one, I thought. I left it on Brian’s desk, which sits in our living room. The next day I went to get my list and I noticed chocolate from a low fat fudge bar and pasta sauce on his desk. I’m thinking he was just waiting for his wife, Alice, to come clean it up. (she did, by the way) Then I noticed my list.

I did call him at work and let him know that his fudgesicle crapped on my list. AND that I took a picture of it AND that I had to blog about it and he just laughed. I want to be a man.

Sometimes, it doesn’t take too long after waking up to realize that you should go back to bed and put the covers over your head until the next day. Today qualifies as such a day. Ariel woke up at 8am, which is early for her, I said to Brian “I just wanted to sleep until 9 o’clock today.” Being the good husband he is, he turned both of the monitors off and got the girl and fed her breakfast.

I woke up at 9:47. It felt so good to sleep in. I jumped out of bed when I noticed the time, peed, took all of my medications and opened my bedroom door. I felt like I had just opened the doors as an employee at Wal-Mart at 5am the day after Thanksgiving. My children immediately started running towards me while screaming “MOMMY MOMMY MOMMY!!” as soon as I opened the door, as if they were so happy to get away from this man, who was apparently burning them with his cigarettes. (no, he doesn’t smoke) I did love this reaction, so I sat on the floor and ate it all up. Ariel was hugging me,Racecar was leaning against her back hugging her and trying to hug me. The moment was ruined when Brian asked, from another room, “of all of the things in our house, what would be the worst thing to be broken?” I replied “I don’t know, what broke?!!?!?!” he replied “what would be the worst?” I was so irritated and so panicked “Brian, just tell me what is broken” I asked, errrr, I mean, I yelled. “The TV.” Yep, our four year old TV is broken. It just won’t turn on. We unplugged it for four and a half hours and it still won’t work. It’s moments like these that I feel like I should return to work, financially this sucks. But, it could be worse, it could be our car. (Hurry, go back to bed)

We decided to leave the house for awhile, I had a ton of returns to make and we wanted to getRacecar’s haircut. We also decided to “treat” the kids to eating in at McDonalds. I know, we’re fancy. We got to McDonald’s and I had to decided to not order anything since I wanted to save my points and eat at home. That was sooo hard. Truly, too hard. All I could think about were Big Macs. It’s amazing how the smell of a Big Mac can cause you to think as if you are intoxicated and somehow you can talk yourself into getting an ice cream cone. Yep, I sure did. Brian went to the counter to order three kiddie ice cream cones. Mine was not so kiddie, it was quite adulty, huge, in fact. So, while Brian was positioning the newest tray on our table it knocked overRacecar’s chocolate milk and my entire cone plopped on the floor. A sign from God, I am sure of it! Here’s a picture of my leg after the incident. This leg still had to go to 2 other stores, in fact, I’m still wearing this leg right now. (there is still time, go back to bed.)

The hair cut wait was too long, but we are going tonight after dinner.

Last Monday I won the most perfect dress on Ebay for our cruise next week. I love it, it’s beautiful. I actually feel triumphant that I won. Well, today I opened the mail in the car on the way out and opened a letter from our old, unused bank. It was an overdraft notice. Apparently Paypal pulled the money from that account from my Bidding TRIUMPH on Monday, rather than the debit card I had punch in for that very transaction. Obviously, it was my error, but why am I getting charged THIRTY FOUR DOLLARS because they “paid” my transaction. Not just $34, but also $6/day. So this dress that should have cost me $65, will now cost me $130. I’m feeling so triumphant anymore, in fact, perhaps I should start looking for a job now. (I said go back to bed, dumbass.)

Here are some random pictures.

Anna with the mask she made at the gym.

My baby girl sleeping. I adore this picture.

Noah reading at the table. He often wears his blanket over his head.

I’ve mentioned before how muchAriel loves to changes clothes, right? Her schedule goes a little like this:
8:30am Wake up, go to dresser, pick out outfit and underwear, change clothes, throw away pull up, all by herself.
10:00am Change clothes again, per Mommy’s request, “because you need to match and wear warmer clothes gym.” I do always give her the choice as to what she is going to wear, I know she appreciates that.
12:00pm Come home from gym, eat lunch andAriel disappears into her bedroom, trying to decide what outfit she should wear. She always comes out with a new outfit and always says “Mommy, do you love it?”
2:00pm Just before her nap,Ariel always changes into shorts.

I honestly don’t know where she has learned this. I am not one to change clothes all of the time. Until I lost weight, I wore the same pair of jeans, t-shirt and tennis shoes, everyday. (except to church, then I would change into my jeans, t-shirt and tennis shoes as soon as we got home) Perhaps one of the days that I was wearing my “uniform” she thought “when I can dress myself, I will never dress like that.”

These wardrobe changes continue for the rest of the day. This morning by 10:30, she had easily worn 5 different pairs of my shoes around the house. She particulary fond of my black high-heeled shoes. (she actually walks quite well in them!) When I cleaned out my closet the other day, she discovered my basket of shoes and has been in heaven ever since.

When I finished my workout at the gym, I looked in the in the windows at the day care and noticeAriel talking to an older boy, I thought it was so cute. She then spotted me, turned towards the window and that is when I notice her button down shirt wide open. I was a little alarmed. My little girl was just talking to an older boy with her shirt almost off. A scary snapshot of the future? I hope not. I asked her why her shirt was unbuttoned, she said because her shirt was dirty and wet. We got home from the gym and as I was checking my e-mail,Ariel came up to me with a different shirt on and was carrying her dirty shirt from the gym. She said “here Mom, put it in the washing machine.” 3 going on 18.

It’s hard not to notice, while folding laundry, just how much laundryAriel is going through. I folded 3 pairs of pants ofRacecar’s and folded ELEVEN bottoms forAriel. This did not include dresses. I need to rename this blog to “I should be foldingAriel’s laundry.”

Today, while waiting for a red light in a construction zone, I groaned because I thought I was going to be late. Ariel said “ugh, God bless it.” I’m finding myself spelling words like “hate” and “moron.”

Oh and something elseAriel does is she continuously asks us what time it is. It’s very funny. “Mom, what time is it?” “5:33.” “oh thanks.” “Mom, what time is it?” “5:33.” “Oh thanks. Mom, ask me what time is it?” “Anna, what time is it?” “forty-five.” It’s all very cute and it happened about 22 times today.

Lastly, I am glad that Kellie Pickler is gone. I’m just nervous for the rest of the season. I think Paris should be next, she’s very talented, but she’ll make it in the business when she’s older, she’s got the hook up. Now I can’t decide…do I want Elliot to win or Chris?????

uh…Paula cried tonight. That makes me uncomfortable. I wanted to throw my shoe at the TV.

anyway. Tonight, Brian and I went shopping for cruise clothes. It was fun. We had a very limited amount of time, but still managed to spend too much money. I had SUCH a good time trying clothes on, I swear, my heart and head could burst at how glad I am that I’ve lost so much weight. We mostly shopped for clothes at Old Navy. While checking out, I asked Brian “at what point are we too old to shop here?” He replied “after this shopping trip.” He was serious. Where am I supposed to shop????

Thanks to everyone for all of your amazing comments after my sob story blog entry last night, your comments really helped me today. Sara T. you give the best, biggest hugs ever! Today was better. We did not go to the gym today becauseAriel slept until almost 10am. Poor baby girl needed her sleep so badly, then she took a 3 hour nap. I cleaned alot, which I enjoy doing when I am in the mood, so that helped to create a better day!

American Idol. I couldn’t vote tonight, but I would NOT have voted for Kelly Pickler.

I take Seasonale, the birth control with only four periods a year. My doctor and I chose this particular birth control method because I have endometriosis and the less periods I get, the better I am. I am due to get my period next week. It’s rarely on time, but I swear my hormones are going crazy.

I’m incredibly moody. Completely on edge. I have NO patience, whatsoever. Patience is the most important ingredient when you are a mom, and without patience, I’m cooking up a whole lot of trouble. I just want to eat. I have had my worst week so far since joining WW on February 8th. Today was the first day I stayed on track. And I have two pimples with one more on the way, despite my skin care efforts and I’m getting a canker sore. I also have a cold. Life is bliss right now. I took a three day break from blogging. Did you notice? I was too tired and too negative. (don’t get me wrong, I’m still negative, I just want to blog about it now.) Oh, I almost forgot,Ariel is sick, too. I haven’t been to the gym since Thursday. One bad thing about bringing the kids to the gym during my matinee hours is that if the kids are sick, I just can’t go.

Today, in an effort to distract my mind and belly from food, I decided to reorganize my closet. I am fortunate enough to be at a point that 75% of my clothes are just too big. I have been buying new clothes, but they haven’t a home because my closet is filled with my older, larger clothes. So, I removed EVERY piece of clothing from my closet and went through every piece. I tried on everything I was unsure of. It was good, really good. I know what you’re thinking, what if I gain it back? I won’t.

I then continued to clean out my awful, dirty, disorganized closet. I decided to take the kids to Wal-Mart to buy containers to fill to go under my bed. Let’s just say, a project like that is really difficult to do when you’re with a 2 and 3 year old with no help and little naps. At this point, it’s not completely finished, but the end is in sight!

I really hope tonight, while I sleep, the Patience Fairy sprinkles her patience dust all over me. I need it. I’m feeling so bad about things right now. And I shouldn’t feel this way, but I can’t help it. hormones hormones hormones. Right?

Next week Brian and I leave for our four night cruise to Mexico and tomorrow night we are shopping for new summer clothes! Those four nights are just what we need! If the Patience Fairy doesn’t show up tonight, she’s bound to be on the cruise with us!

P.S. Notice I’m due to start my period while on the cruise.
woe is me.