So on my first health day, my daughter (knowing my habit of eating when she cries) decides to sleep only for half hour periods at a time and then scream the house down. I did my best but she was pushing my weakness to eat and find some sort of peace for that split second. I did pretty well until I discovered the chocolate mini magnums in the freezer and so I will confess that I ate one!
So I ask my husband, "why are there ice creams in the freezer, when you know I'm trying to be good and I need help because I will cave easily." "Oh" he says "I thought I tried to hide those from you." Now you can't hide chocolate from me and thats a fact, I'm a blood hound, its true - I will find it. In fact I sure I hear it calling me sometimes.
So not the best first day but on I press, positive attitude intact.
So finally at the end of the day, my daughter is having one of her 30 minute naps and my son is happily playing in his room, tea is on, washing done, lunches packed (without my usual taste testing) for tomorrow, so I take a moment and stick on a workout dvd and do a 20 minute routine. Great, feeling good! Heading to the shower, check on baby, still sleeping for now and then peek into my sons room - oh crap! He has taken everything in his bedroom and put it on the floor, he thinks its great, all smiles and excited chatting, I just take a deep breath smile back and pretend not to see it - later, I will deal with it later, maybe I should just shut the door and forget about that room altogether, my son doesn't need his own room right?
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