This Week The Plan

Well this morning I woke up to the Best Worst Day of my life. Baby had been up all through the night and I was exhausted. She got up early and Mr F was just getting up to get ready for work so he took her so I could sleep for another 20 minutes. This was one of those days where you are hoping that your spouse will read your telepathic signals (that you are fervently sending through your pillow) and call in sick. No such luck. I get up and groggily head downstairs. Kid?!?! Why are you up already?!?!... Uggh this is going to be a LONG day. I make my coffee and then I hear Mr F on the phone.. is he calling in sick... unbelievable! No.. he's not. His office just called to say there is a water main break and he doesn't need to come in. WHAT? You have got to be kidding me? This is GREAT.. oh wait.. this is terrible. Because even though Mr F is off I am not. Had he gotten the call only minutes earlier it might have worked out in my favor and I might have gotten to sleep in a bit. But once I'm up I'm up.. I'm one of those types. And now I've got to get through a day of making lunches, transporting to preschool, baby naps and grocery shopping. Oh and entertaining... our friends postponed their visit until today. And now I need to do it with an extra human in my way. Within moments of the news.. Mr F spilled his mug of coffee all over my brand new tablecloth... confirmation that his presence is not really a blessing but a curse.

HOLD UP.. I took a short break to run to the grocery store. It turns out there is some value in having Mr F home so I thought I'd throw him a morsel of gratitude (not that it was his choice mind you). Since he was home he took Kid and Baby to drop Kid off at school... allowing me to go to the store unaccompanied. "This will be a breeze" I think to myself on the drive over... "I'll be able to pound out both stores in an hour!" Then I pull into the parking lot.. er... I mean the parking lot of the store FOUR freaking stores away. Tuesday is my normal shopping day as you all know... what hadn't occured to me is that every buffoon in town was taking the day off to go shop for all their Thanksgiving needs at 11 AM.... with their spouses in hand... debating every damn thing they put in their carts (conveniently located in the middle of the aisle... thank you very much). So it took me TWICE as long to do my shopping and I really was thankful I didn't have the kids.
Plus I can write this now since I asked Mr F very nicely to unload the groceries for me. It went a little something like this "Mr F?!?! Aren't you going to unload my groceries!"

Now that I've gotten my whine out, here's my week in review...

This week wasn't so bad. I really made up for last week's miserable effort.
I've gotten some feedback about my tremendous organizational skills (and they weren't all in jest!). Here is the deal I am not completely incompetent.. my hurdle is really that I just resist authority so much that I don't want to give in to "order". If you have this issue also known as genius (of all sorts) you know what I am talking about.
My good friend got this giant Post It Note calender as a freebie at her job and sent it over.
At first I marveled at how incredibly wasteful this product seemed to be. Then I realized I could multipurpose it and not feel so bad about going through I huge wall sized piece of paper every week. I also have a main calender on which I write all our appointments for the month then I transcribe them over to this one just for the week's appointments. This calender is MUCH easier to read and I have it right by the phone so there is a greater likelihood that I'll actually pass by it each day. At the end of the week I rip it off and fold it up and use it for all my lists: grocery list, to do list, menu planning. It is big enough that I can have all my lists in one place and can fold it up to keep in my bag. Instead of a notebook (which I've tried to use in the past) I don't have to cart the whole thing around and I don't lose which page "I wrote all that important info on!". I can recycle it at the end of the week and move on with new lists... no ghosts of projects left on done to haunt me either! All in all I have found it to very helpful.

Getting back on topic... let's see I didn't do the pilates (damn me) but I did push out some super long cardio and even an extra cardio day. i know that is exactly what I said I would NOT do... but after our date on Friday I really want to have a little extra calorie burn to make up for my indiscretions. I did maintain my weight so I'm not sure my decision was all bad anyway.

I did my paperwork, cleaned, did the laundry and Mr F actually put it all upstairs for me. If there was something else I was supposed to do I don't remember what it was.. so how important was it really?

I think I pretty much followed the meal plan. I didn't waste any food (yay!) and I made all the meals.. maybe switched up the days a few times but that is it.

On to this week:

Menu:
We are leaving next Wednesday for Disney World so I'm doing my plan through then as I don't intend to shop again.


Monday- Pork Tenderloin w/ Rice Pilaf and Vegetables

Tuesday - Beef Stew w/ Dumplings (leftover)

Wednesday - Pizza night (believe me I'll need it with T-day prep underway)

Thursday - Thanksgiving (I'm doing Sangria, biscuits, vegetables, appetizers)

Friday - Spaghetti & Homemade Meatballs w/ Steamed Broccoli

Saturday - Leftover Thanksgiving Stuff

Sunday - Shrimp Fried Rice

Monday - Salmon Noodle Casserole

Tuesday - Meatball Soup


Exercise:

Hmmmm.. I'm having extreme difficulty giving up cardio days to make room for pilates days. I want to I really do but to be honest I know with the Holiday, Kid being off school, and preparing for our trip I'm going to need the stress relief of the cardio so I'm not even going to set myself up for failure on this one. I plan to do 5 days of cardio, 60 minutes minimum each day.


Cleaning:

Thanksgiving is being held at our house... so.. pretty much everything needs to be cleaned... in two days!


To Do:

vomit.. maybe just a little in my throat
roll around moaning (and not in a "that's sexy" kind of way in a "dying animal" kind of way)
become paralyzed by all the things I'm not doing
complain... excessively
get really mad at Mr F.. possibly threaten to divorce him over major issues like dishes and toilet cleaning...
cry.. a little



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UPDATE:
What do you think I just caught Mr F doing?!? He was about to have some hummus on his sandwich. "What's wrong with that?" You might ask.. well... I just bought that goddamn hummus for one of our appetizers. And when I caught him in the act .. he said "I'm just going to have a little" A LITTLE!?!? I'm serving that!.. Which means I don't want a big fucking hunk taken out of the goddamn middle of it! Put your knife down Mr F because "a little" isn't one of your goddamn choices! Jesus Christ! Go back to work Mr F before we have to have a throw down!