Panic and Hysteria

This morning, I was very efficient. Sort of. I had my breakfast and the girls’ breakfasts ready to go. I had Helen’s lunch almost assembled, except for the sandwich. I had my clothes figured out.

Dogs to groomer’s at 7:40, girls to their schools by 7:50 (forgot Helen’s lunch, though — Daddy to the rescue! He dropped it off for her on his way in to work), at CVS getting some Mucinex so I’ll start having worthwhile coughing fits, and at school to start tutoring before 8:05am. Zoom zoom.

Third period kid stood me up — again — so I made some progress on a quilt I’m making in memory of a dear friend… Finished tutoring at 12:20, and went to pick up the girls. Got Alice, got Helen, went to the bank, came home, and realized that Alice’s precious Baby Katie was missing. We had left her at Alice’s preschool. Alice didn’t notice until naptime, and then was VERY upset. I decided to let her self-settle for a little bit, and see if she could take a nap anyway. After about 10 minutes of very unhappy tears, silence prevailed.

We’ll go get Katie after naptime, and then we’ll go to the grocery store and get popsicles — I promised the girls because this has been a popsicle-free zone for too long and they’re tired of it. And then we’ll go get the dogs from the groomer’s at 5:30.

Day One on Weight Watchers is going well for me so far… I’ve only used half of my points for the day so far, and there’s an entire meal left. 🙂 Yay! Breakfast was oatmeal with brown sugar, lunch was a cheese stick, a Boca cheesburger with salsa and Triscuits and a LOT of baby carrots, and I just had a pear because I wanted something sweet. I think why Weight Watchers works for people is that you really CAN eat anything you want — the key is just moderation. Common sense, definitely. But having a method to track it is a good thing. And forcing me to write down the Triscuits rather than just binging and not worrying about it (which is why I’m IN this predicament) is a good thing.

My goal is to have our dinners be *normal*, so that Jerry and the girls don’t feel the effects of Mommy’s diet. Which means I have to be very good for breakfast and lunch. I can do that. 🙂