Where Is Old Clint When I Could Use A Hand?

THE GOOD

My weight is at 145 lbs this week. I actually lost two pounds!! Yipee!! Finally!!! I know you’re thinking that I was at 150 so that’s actually five pounds to which I’d really be whooping it up with a victory dance. The truth is that Dirt Man had set the scales up three pounds and my son reset the scales to the correct weight. We are having a debate in our house over the scales. Three of us claim that the scales have been correct all along. Dirt Man kept insisting that they were off three pounds since I bought them. He sets them up three pounds and then someone else resets them to the zero. I like the scales weight because it says I weigh three pounds less than Dirt Man’s version. Dirt Man claims they’re three pounds off of the doctor’s scales. Youngest Son claims they’re right on the money. Both were weighed at the same doctor’s office on the same set of scales. Go figure!

THE BAD

 

 

I went out to dinner and probably gained back the two pounds I had lost. But it was so totally worth it. Steak. Shrimp. Jasmine rice. Asian Vegetables. Not too fattening, huh? I haven’t gotten to the TO.DIE.FOR. CHOCOLATE CRÈME BRULEE. I probably spelled that wrong, but it was absolutely heavenly. And I’m pretty sure that spelling doesn’t count in Heaven! I didn’t finish my meal because I had all intentions of having dessert. I even let Dirt Man have half of the brulee. Yes, I know I am ever so generous. And it was so unbelievably rich I couldn’t eat it all. It’s been a while since I’ve had anything that delectable. Besides once I tell you the Ugly part you’re going to know that I totally deserved this meal! And the beer I had before the meal. Truly I deserved at least two desserts (and two beers!) after what had happened earlier. And now…

THE UGLY

 

 

Remember I run a daycare? About an hour before pick up, one of my little charges was crying hysterically because another little girl was tormenting the dickens out of him. I picked him up to comfort him. We settled into the sofa to cuddle, and then IT happened. He started vomiting every where. All in my hair. Over my blouse, my jeans, even got my socks. It was the gift that just kept giving! He covered all the sofa cushions and the throw pillows. I need not remind you of the type of food toddlers eat, do I?! Well, I had to quarantine the other children, get the dog out to keep her from eating it (YUCK!), strip the child down, and the sofa cushions, and myself. There is no word to describe this…disgusting is much too calm to describe this. So, here I am half naked down stairs praying that no parent, especially not one of the fathers walks in, while I am doing this or while I am running up to the third floor to get myself some clean clothes (and dunk my head in a sink to clean my hair!). Oh, and right before this happened, someone stopped up the toilet and it overflowed…guess who got to clean that up, too.

So, after all of the drama had unfolded and child had been picked up and the area sanitized, I called Dirt Man and told him that I was not cooking dinner and he was taking me out. Check on both counts.