Later, I found out our babysitter was actually running a fever and likely has a nasty sinus infection so I figure she was likely operating in a state of mild delirium, which makes a lot of sense in hindsight.
By 7:30, we had returned from our date and a couple minutes later they were racing around the house naked and screaming. Ah....now that's more like it.
Today I was reminded again of why I try to avoid going into public, populated areas with all three of my children. I mean, I love them to pieces and they are cute and all, but they are just so much WORK just to get some of the simplest tasks done! All I wanted to do was to go to Target to get flour, face wipes, and a birthday gift for a friend. Instead, I ended up with flour, face wipes, some Star Wars napkins and a headache. Oh, and a pumpkin spice candle. I'm hoping it helps with the headache. Most likely, it will just make me crave pumpkin pie which will lead me to baking something sinful which will lead to me eating something terrible which will compound the guilt I already feel from the beer, pizza, tiramisu, and gelato I consumed on last night's date which will remind me of the number on the scale this morning which will induce the feelings of disgust I felt and remind me that I need to get my butt out there for a run and to the gym to lift weights which will lead me to make the usual excuses about how I am too busy for such nonsense which will make me feel dumb for paying for a gym membership I'm too busy to use which will inspire me to look for other areas in the budget to trim down which will stress me out because there's not enough money to go around so I will instead start thinking of ways to work harder which will freak me out because I start a new job this week so the income is going to be down for a while so I will start to regret my decision and worry about how we're going to pay the bills in this transition time and I will end up digging out the bag of chocolate chips to get a sweet fix because that's what I do when I'm being completely irrational.
I just remembered I need to call my doctor to talk about trying some different anti-anxiety medication.
Isaiah has decided that he wants ALL these Lego mini-figures for his birthday and I told him he was nuts. He reminded me to just "put them on my list and we'll wait and see!" Well played, kid. Well played.
Know what makes me feel better? Watching Clay Matthews and his fake mustache in this Fathead commercial. Works like a charm.
See what I mean? Now I just need a cup of coffee, a little quiet time, and a new attitude to turn this whole day around. On it.
