Weekend Summary

I've made it to another Tuesday.  Tuesdays are my least favorite day... I may have mentioned that once or ten times before. 

The sad thing about this Tuesday is I had to say goodbye to my two favorite people in the entire world this morning at 5:00 am and the good thing about this Tuesday is I had to say goodbye to my two favorite people in the entire world this morning at 5:00 am so that I can focus on packing closets tonight.  John dropped Ann off with his parents early this morning on his way to Little Rock.  She's come down with another bug of some sort (like her 76th time to be sick) and I was so stressed and worried about getting anything done, including showering, with her at home alone with me.  John is gone the rest of this week... I'm not the best single parent.  Ann will not be gone all week but just having tonight to get the closets packed will lift a huge weight off my shoulders.

Sunday morning... I couldn't stop stalking them

I did manage to get most of our house packed on Friday and Saturday.  John's parents came to the rescue again and took our sweet munchkin face to their house Friday afternoon and returned her Saturday afternoon.  I was psycho packer.  Can I just share that I alone have packed everything inside our house?  John piddled in the garage a bit Sunday but I am definitely going to remind him of my contribution for a long time.  Gotta hold on to those things and not let them forget how valuable you are.  (full disclosure John is in classes every Saturday for the next month and a half so I can't claim he isn't contributing... but I can pretend)



  I get a bit distracted while packing...looking at pictures, looking through magazines and tearing out pages for inspiration, crying over clothes Ann has outgrown... and so on. 

Saturday afternoon I attempted to take Ann to the Arkansas/Kentucky basketball game by myself.  Well not technically by myself but since Ann will only let me hold her right now it was by myself.  She was a perfect angel for the first 11 1/2 minutes of the game.  Then meltdown mode ensued and we hightailed it to the car.  We had friends with us for the game so we couldn't all pack up and leave that early... Ann and I entertained ourselves for a bit in the car until John got out of his class and was able to rescue us.  Thank goodness because the buttons Ann was pushing could have done some serious damage to my Mom's stereo.  Windshield wipers were entertaining for all of 3 seconds.

When she was being a perfect angel.

Can't you tell we are both having a blast?  In the car?  In a parking garage?  Ann wouldn't even let me listen to the game on the radio... we DOMINATED Kentucky by the way.   

To backtrack to Friday... I went shopping and grabbed some spring items to spruce up my wardrobe a bit.  I honestly have not shopped much this winter and decided I deserved it.  I do, I totally deserve it since I'm purging my closet of any item I have not worn this winter.  It's hard, because I tend to keep clothes for decades and continue to wear them... but some items are just not going to come back around.  I'll accept it.  Plus, I'm not 21 nor do I "go out" anymore therefore that low cut top that I couldn't wear a bra with?  Not going to cut it anymore.  TMI?  Girls know what I'm talkin' bout.  So, since I never took self pictures until this weekend here is another creepy picture that I sent my sister showing off my Versace knockoff necklace! 

Last picture I'll take of myself... it truly is the creepiest feature on the phone.

And on to the final item. 

Yes little girl, please drop off boxes of cookies at my house during Lent, right before shorts weather and when I'm gaining weight by the hour from Easter candy.  I realize the candy part contradicts the prior implication that cookies go against some sort of Lent promise I've made to avoid sugar but come ON.  I'm trying to not be a fatty here. 

Can I share that these arrived on Friday and I have not consumed even half a box yet?  I've also encouraged others to participate in the cookies (which I have never done before).  

Also, update on my weight gain.  I had a low moment Sunday night of muffin top while trying on pants that have fit fine until Sunday night.  I then reintroduced myself to Jillian Michaels and last night I went for a run.  Don't laugh... I can physically run, it just isn't pretty and not one of my hidden talents.  So, to pump myself up, I ran 2 miles nonstop.  Ya'll, I've never ran a mile nonstop let alone 2.  Maybe it was John running behind me with the stroller and the fact that every step I took I could feel my butt jiggle in the worst way.  I envisioned the fat melting off and made it to the house with energy to make an omelet and not even look at the cookies. 

Day 2, a success.  Day 3, to be determined.

Happy Tuesday!!