Something interesting happened last night in our house, but I need to start out a few hours before this just so you know how I was feeling throughout the day. Overall I felt great, but toward the end of the work day the feeling of being sick slowly inched its way from not so bad to I really think I'm going to hurl moment! Once I got home I noticed Rob was in the backyard mowing our monstrous hills (Come back later and I might have video from a few years ago so you get the idea!), Emilie was quietly watching TV so I decided I'd lay down for a little bit before dinner. Usually when Rob mows the hills clear out back he does that only and leaves upper backyard, closest to the house, and the front yard for another day. It's not the best idea to try and do it all in one late afternoon because not only does it take 3-4 hours when it's mowed all in one shot, but it also has to be done with a push mower. Again, when you see the video you will understand why I say this.
Needless to say I fell into a deep sleep only to be woke up by Rob wanting to know why I didn't check on him or answer my phone. He could have been hurt or killed out there, but obviously I didn't care! Okay, my wifely duties weren't held up, but I just wasn't feeling all that great. Once he was done, he cleaned up and went for a ride on his motorcycle. In the meantime Emilie wakes up crying and yelling "My legs hurt! My legs hurt! Aweeeee!" This goes on for almost 30 minutes. I felt horrible for her and knew she was truly in pain because she wouldn't say anything else. My poor baby is a tall little girl, so I knew it had to be growing pains.
Rob returns from his short ride and it's after 8:00 p.m. None of us have had dinner so we're trying to figure it all out. I absolutely hate trying to figure out dinner! My bad for not being a "plan ahead" person, but when you live with picky eaters and your trying to eat healthy to lose weight, cooking dinner really sucks! I don't enjoy it like I use to.
"Trish, you can have the left over chicken and rice." Great Rob. Thanks. I ate it Monday night and last night so this will be night number three for me. I was really looking forward to it. "You know what Rob? There are two pieces of chicken and enough rice for two. Emilie won't eat any, so you can have the other portion!" What do you think happened next? He ordered an f&*$@!# pizza from Casey's! Really? Is that healthy? And he wonders why he can't get a washboard, six pack stomach! Oh! Oh! But that isn't the best part! A few nights before he went to do the grocery shopping and bought Pepperidge Farm cookies and Oreo's! All I said was keep them away from me and they better be gone before you leave on Saturday morning or their going with you!
To top off the bad eating he told me that he'd been through his 10 weeks. He can do this now. Uh, yeah. Dude! You are falling of the wagon! Don't you see that? Then he informed me that he probably wasn't going to go to bands class Thursday morning because it will be lower body day and he doesn't really like lower body day. Guess what folks? He didn't go.
Now I'm hoping that my husband loves me a lot because if he reads this he might love me a little less for not only telling the world about this, but also because I had a little talk with Leah at Farrell's this morning! Oh no you didn't girlfriend? OH YES I DID! I told her about the Oreo's. "It was a small package, right Tricia?" Nope...the big one! I also told her about the pizza and her mouth dropped open! "I'll make him work hard this morning!" Leah said. "Uh...my bet is that he won't be here this morning Leah." "Oh he better be!" But of course, as I said, he didn't go.
When I got home from class Rob was still lying in bed and he wanted to know what I thought of lower body bands. I still like bands better than cardio, but I have a feeling someone, besides me, will be hating cardio kick boxing tomorrow morning too! Honey, word of advice...when I'm not feeling good don't make me plan dinner or bug me about not checking on you especially when you've fallen off the wagon!
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