Our Week

Last week at our house, Chris spent a lot of time indoors. Why? Let's just say a bag of frozen peas and the couch were his best friends. So while he was recovering from a small out-patient procedure he had done, (pictures would be slightly inappropriate) I did all of the running around with the kids. Chris refuses to take any kind of medication, so he toughed it out and never admitted he was experiencing any discomfort. I tried to baby him, but he hates that. So I took more jobs, which turned into rushes so I had a ton of late nights working.

The girls were able to go to our neighborhood block party where they got very large tattoos. Sophia admired her tattoos and said to me, "Mom, I want this to be permanent." Okie dokie. I'm sure she'll change her mind once she realizes a real tattoo involves physical pain, so I won't have to worry about her getting one.

We also had the elementary school ice cream social, which I really don't look forward to. I have ice cream in my freezer that I'd gladly give to the kids. But every year they insist on going into a crowded, hot, smelling-of-body-odor cafeteria to get one popsicle. They enjoy seeing their friends, so we go.

The highlight of my week was Emmy's night, which unfortunately for Chris was at the same time as the Dallas/Greenbay football game. Cami and Mendy came over and we ate about 4,000 calories each as we watched our award show. For some reason overeating is much more fun and involves less guilt when you do it with friends.

I didn't exercise at all last week, so I'm trying to get started again since I'm going to order my black dress. Even if I haven't lost all my weight, I'm sure once I get the dress, then I'll totally eat right and exercise.

Sounds good anyway.