Crapburger

I have felt like a complete crapburger all week.

I feel like a crappy daughter. Today is my mom's 50th birthday. The boys and I were planning on going in to surprise her. Buuuut. My stepdad planned a surprise birthday dinner for her, changed the date on us, and made it completely inconvenient for us to make the trip. Blah. I feel like a crappy wife. Hubs has obviously been missing me a lot this week, given the number of times he calls every single day. And instead of being thankful and enjoying all the conversations, I keep getting irritated at the timing of his calls or trying to hurry and get off the phone. Sigh. I've been crappy about exercising. I skipped my workout while the boys were napping yesterday so that I could nap. Not a habit I want to get into.

Oh, and I've had a really bad headache all week as well. I hope it's not related to blood pressure. I really need to schedule my yearly. So I can check on that said blood pressure AND knock my doctor's socks off with my weight loss.

Most of all . . . I feel like I've been a crappy mother. I hate that feeling because I know I'm a good mom. But, man, this wek the boys have just been dancing all over my nerves. I find myself counting the hours, then minutes until naptime. And then counting the hours, then minutes until bedtime. I don't like doing that.

It was super cloudy when we decided to take our walk this morning. I checked the weather, though, and it was 63 degrees outside and no rain predicted until the afternoon. So we got ready to go. We stepped outside and the wind obviously made 63 degrees feel much cooler. I had Jaybird in short sleeves, but decided not to grab a jacket. I could see the sun peeking through and figured once it really came out, the jacket would end up being something else I had to carry. We made it the next street over and Jaybird told me, "I cold." Ugh, talk about feeling crappy.

I decided to head back home and grab a jacket. The very minute I turned the stroller around, I felt drops of water. A bird had just flown by and I honestly thought, "Mmkay, I got what I deserve for taking my kid out without a jacket. A bird peed on me."

Not so much. It was raining. Ugh.

I figured I could make a run for it. The air was too chilly to have both boys out in the rain.

Yeah, I figured wrong.

I may have lost weight but I am nowhere near fit enough to take up running anytime soon. I made it about half a block before my lungs were burning and my shin splints were absolutely killing me. The only "good" thing? My boobage has shrunk enough that I didn't have to worry about poking myself in the eye with a nipple.

Anyhow.

Last night's The Biggest Loser: Ummmm, I used to like Heba. Liked her quite a bit. Now? She's a heinous beyotch. So is Vicky. And, yup, so is Brady. If I had heard Vicky say, "It doesn't matter, I'm not going home no matter what" one more time I was going to SCREAM! Um, I thought the whole point was about losing weight. Sheesh. I was so, so sad to see Amy go. I am now rooting for Phil large time. Go Phil!

Daily Menu for Thursday (maybe the very last day I'll be eating by a daily menu -- eeeee!):

Breakfast:
Apple Cinnamon Pancakes
Total Points: 4

Lunch:
Chicken Nachos
Raisinettes
Total Points: 7

Snack:
Apple slices w/ caramel
Total Points: 2

Dinner:
Grilled Salmon
Baked Potato
Bread
Total Points: 5

Snack:
Jello
Total Points: 0

Daily Points Total: 18