Weekend in Review

If I had to describe my weekend in one word?

Fail

If I had to describe my weekend in two words?

Epic Fail.

 

 

I was considering whether I should list my weekend fails or if I should just give a run down of the weekend- and then I realized they are one in the same.

 

Friday.

 

I started my day in the best way possible- posting a picture of my scale with my current weight on Facebook for my 936 friends to see.

 

Let me explain: I am in a secret Facebook group called 'Biggest Loser' with some friends. We are all trying to lose a few pounds and each Friday we post a picture of our scaled. Whoever loses the most weight at the end wins about $300.

 

Well, if posting it for all to see wasn't bad enough, a few people commented before I had time to take it down. No, they did not say 'Wow- great job! You still have a newborn." 3 people told me I should get a pedicure and one asshat told me I should join CrossFit.

 

Okay. I'll wait until both of  my girls take a nap at the same time (which they have never done) and I'll leave them at home and go get a pedicure. OR, I'll take them with me. I'm sure the nail ladies won't talk about me in Vietnamese.

 

And CrossFit? Um...I have a really hard time finding time to get on the exercise thing in my basement, let alone go throw some tires. So I engaged in a little Facebook fight with this guy- I won and he pulled our convo off of his page- hopefully because he felt like an ass.

 

So Friday started wonderfully and I felt great about myself.

 

Saturday

We were supposed to go out with our friends for a 30th birthday and my in-laws were going to watch the girls. I wanted to put L down for a late nap to start adjusting her to the time change that was going to happen. Oh, she adjusted. She adjusted by taking NO nap at all. She usually sleeps for 2-3 hours and Saturday- nothing. So she was in a great mood.

 

We went out to dinner, which was eh, and the whole time I was wishing I was with my other friends. And then my in-laws called to tell us C had been crying for an hour and a half. So we left. When I went to change C's diaper I realized they had put a 2yo's diaper on a 3 month old. What?

 

Sunday

 

I woke up exhausted because L had woken up 4 times Saturday night. I needed to get some work done so I left for an hour to sit at Starbucks and get some work done. I stood in line for 20 minutes to get a Chai, only to find out I left my wallet at home. No chai or chocolate chip cookie for me. And I had to sit at a table in the sun.

 

When I got home I confirmed my fears- Lil is sick. She was miserable all morning, and it was getting worse.

 

Lastly, after giving both girls a bath I decided to treat myself to a shower. Apparently our hot water heater can't handle 2 baths and 2 showers because my shower was cold after 2 minutes.

 

To Sum It Up

 

I started my weekend by telling 936 people how much I weigh and ended it in a cold shower

 

Now, if you don't mind...