Days 32, 33 & 34

We headed into the weekend on a mission to clean, de-clutter and organize our closets, cabinets and drawers. Not to mention, shop for, plan and create a healthy menu for this week AND survive a 2 hour-long workout on one of the days.
Let’s see how we did…

Clean, de-clutter and organize:
Closets – cleaned off the floors and hung everything back up (since the pile was clothing that I tried on and it didn’t fit or was wrinkled…)
Cabinets – nope,I did open and then close them again
Drawers – umm, no – them either

Shop for, plan and create a healthy menu – thought about it, but that’s all - too busy being mad

Survive a 2 hour-long workout – didn’t even think about it – didn’t care that I didn’t even think about it.

Now, let’s replay –

Friday night, the girls wouldn’t clean their room – I’m mad.

Saturday the hubby is either working out or napping with son and the girls are hiding in their room NOT cleaning it or napping. I am washing clothes and trying to clean the house all by myself and getting madder by the minute.

Sunday morning the hubby leaves to go shoot for 8 hours, the girls are still NOT helping me because now they are mad that I have to go to work and can’t spend my afternoon playing tennis, or shopping for a stupid guinea pig, so they have the attitude of “why should I help now – we aren’t going to get to do anything!” I’m at the point where I don’t want to speak to any of them, so I start an argument with the hubby VIA text – that turns into us eating out at Olive Garden and me eating and drinking WAY too much and going to bed early.

Yep, I think that about covers my crappy weekend.

Surprisingly, I didn’t have any urge to go back to bed when my alarm went off at 5am. I knew I had to make up for not working out. Don’t get me wrong, I burned off plenty of calories, just not the way that I had originally planned.

This morning was 3 miles. Mile 1 and 2 weren’t so bad, but mile 3 was spent mostly walking. Not because my foot hurt terribly or because we all were trying to recover from doing poorly over the weekend, but because one of my daughters WOULD NOT run. Normally, I would have been screaming and yelling at her, but she unabashedly explained to me that her stomach was cramping and if I made her run she would poop on herself! Umm, okay – never mind – take your time! We finished the 3rd mile and she made it home – all the while telling the whole house “Man, I wouldn’t go in there for a while!” She did bring some much needed laughter to the house…