I was zipping around Friday afternoon, hitting up a few stores, getting my errands done. I had two hours to shop before Luke came home from school. There was a sale on lobsters at one store, Mike wanted to make lobster rolls for dinner, and to have for his Mom and Dad to have for dinner on Saturday, since they were going to watch the kids. I bought $50 worth of lobsters, put them in the Jeep, and walked over to Petsmart to buy dog food. We looked at the animals, and dog toys, then went to the food aisle. There was a display of coupons next to the food, so I grabbed one, then hauled the 34 pound bag of food into the cart. We go through check out, back the the Jeep, and look for my keys in my purse. I look under the Jeep. I look in the cart. Dump out my purse. No keys. It's a warm afternoon, the windows of the Jeep are closed, the lobsters are inside.
I re-trace my steps, ask the Customer Service people at the stores if they found any keys. I call Mike, Eliza and I sit in the parking lot next to the dog food, I braid her hair, and worry that we're not going to get home in time for Luke. Mike arrives with the spare keys, picks up E and the lobsters, and I re-trace my steps, for the third time. Give my number to the stores I was in, and head home. Very bummed because I have a Coach keychain on my set, with a picture of each of the kids when they were babies, which has huge sentimental value.
Petsmart calls a couple hours later, they found my keys on a shelf above the dog food. I put them there when was grabbing that coupon for free Beggin' Strips. Whew.
I go outside to tell Mike about the keys, Luke is horsing around with Frank the dog, and the next thing we know Luke trips over Frank, and goes face first into the side of the house. Blood starts coming out of his mouth, he already lost one tooth from a fall several years ago, so we fear the worst. Blood stops after a bit, and all is well.
I feed the kids, get them cleaned up and ready for bed. They go outside on the deck to talk to Mike for a bit, and I start folding laundry on the dining room table, and I can see them playing through the window. All of a sudden, Eliza starts shrieking, and slapping at her face and legs, I run out and grab her, she was being stung by bees. Poor kid, she was stung on her eye, her finger, and her leg.
We sat her down with ice packs, and I called the Doctor, if you have a severe reaction, it will happen within 20 minutes of being stung, but it can take up to 2 hours. She was stung once before and didn't have a reaction, but the Doc said that didn't mean that she wasn't allergic, this time we would know for sure. We gave her some tylenol, but she couldn't go to bed until the 2 hour window had passed, so we put Tangled on for the fiftieth time. After a while she settled down, and thankfully didn't have any issues.
Then Mike came in for my bottle of hairspray, he found a bees nest under the deck, right where E was standing, so he tried to fire bomb it. Luckily we already have the pest control people coming this week to spray the house......for bees.
By Saturday, I was more than ready for a Dirty Martini.
But first we had Luke's final soccer game.
Then Mike's Mom and Dad arrived to hang out with the kids, so we put on grown up clothes and headed down to Skaneateles.
I went with the blue dress, that choice won by a landslide.
Dinner was great, the restaurant is a part of a spa, so along with the usual steaks and fish, they have spa choices. We started with a beet salad (healthy choice), tuna poke (healthy choice), and escargot on a bit of puff pastry (semi-healthy choice). I chose the fish cooked "aqua pazzo" style, it was clams, shrimp and white fish poached with herbs, vegetables, olives and lemon (super duper healthy spa menu choice). Mike went with the filet, with a side of fresh local oyster mushrooms (sooo good), and a side of frites (dangerously good). Of course I sampled his meal, and ate more than my share of mushrooms, and um frites.
The next day we had Mike's family over for a Father's Day breakfast, which meant more food, bagles, danish and one of those breakfast casseroles made with eggs, cheese, bread and sausage.
So I shouldn't have been surprised to see at weigh in this morning that I gained 2 pounds, that's how it goes after a weekend like that. My activity level is still not where I want it to be, I took Frank for a long walk on Saturday, and I ran a bit (don't tell my podiatrist) with him to wear him out, my foot felt okay so that made me happy. Still no orthotics though. : (
I hope everyone else had success this past week! When eating out, are you super strict? Or do you allow yourself to eat foods that you would consider a treat?
It's Monday, a new week, another chance to get back on track, Good Luck! : )