Another Perfect* Weekend

My family had the most amazing weekend ever. On Friday after work I came home to find that my husband had left work early to cook dinner! As A and I walked in the door, the smell of roast chicken met us. After dinner, we all sat down and watched Enchanted together, A loved Giselle! 

Saturday A had her ballet class, and she did a great job. They are gearing up for their recital, and she knows all the moves. After ballet, we came home and cleaned the house. It wasn't really dirty, but there were a few things that had been neglected, like the blinds, baseboards, and ceiling fans. 

On Sunday, we went to the Arts and Jazz fest in the town near where we live. A loved watching the high school drill team girls dance, she got her face painted, and we just generally had a pleasant time.

Okay....Now for the truth....

Most blogs share posts that highlight the perfect weekend shared by the author and his/her family. Well, I have long claimed that I wanted my blog to be different. To be honest. To be real. The first three paragraphs of this post are big fat lies.

In reality, I was late getting home Friday because after I picked A up from her school, we had to go back to mine. I wanted to finish a few art projects for this launch we are doing before our next novel. Guess how many of those I have taken care of....

I don't remember dinner Friday night at all. It may have been cereal.

Saturday we did go to ballet. But A's eyes were so swollen from allergies that it looked like she had been hit, bee stung, or crying for hours. In fact, her teacher asked us if she was really tired. No, just having horrible allergies!! Her eyes looked awful! We attempted to run a few errands after ballet, but A and J were both sneezing, hacking, and coughing so we gave up and came home.

J and I started to clean A's room, because we are trying to tackle our messy house a room at a time between now and May 18th. (Oh and that line about cleaning baseboards. HAHAHA. If I cared about the baseboards, I would be a very different person.) While J and I cleaned out her room, A occupied herself in the backyard. I was so thankful that she wasn't yelling for us that I didn't think too much about it. Until I saw this
That would be blue bubbles. All over the back porch. All over the dog. All over the back door. All over my child. She came in and it looked like she had committed smurficide. Even her mouth was blue. How does that happen!!!

At one point there was a meltdown over nap time. I'm still not sure who won that battle...

Now obviously, the weekend was not a complete loss. It was fairly typical of our life. We are not perfect people in any way. We are just a family of three. Sometimes we bicker. Sometimes we make messes, okay two of us make messes a lot. Sometimes we overbook and have to cancel on everyone because our eyes are swollen, we have no extra money (thanks Disney!), or we have work to do. But at the end of the day, we love each other so I figure we are doing alright.

Starting Over, Again--Is This A Pattern Yet?

Almost a year ago I started the 30 day shred. I made it about 10 days. Oops! As I have mentioned, I have seen my weight loss come to a screeching halt. Since November I have not lost a pound. So, to kick start the spring and hopefully the weight loss, I am giving Jillian another shot.

My true before shots should be from my highest weight, but because I am working on moving forward, I am going to just start from today. Anyway, here are my "before" pictures.


Those "teacher arms" are my main motivation right now!!

I certainly would take having a waist again too.

I am hoping to get 6 pounds off by A's birthday party, that means I have five weeks. I am not going to be doing the 30 day shred without stopping for 30 days because I know I won't do that. Instead I will be doing it 5 days out of 7. No exercise on Wednesday or Saturday. J is starting over with me too. We want to start our summer off on the right track. So wish us luck!!

Also, you can see in my photos a few unfinished princess boards. I am getting back on track with my projects too. I have Merida, Tiana, and Snow White drawn, ready to be painted. So hurray for that.

Tiana's eyes are freaking me out a little....Hopefully they will look better painted!


A Long Week

I had a long week. That is clear in the title I suppose. Easter weekend I received a phone call from my dad. I had an uncle who fought cancer for 8 long years, and the nurses thought Easter Sunday would be the end of that battle. Some how, some way, through the Wolf stubbornness that my family seems to have he held on. As the closing notes of The National Anthem played during the "opening day" Rangers game on Friday he took his final breath. This was a fitting end for a baseball fanatic. The week was long though, because it was a week of waiting. I knew the end was coming, but not when. I felt so bad for my dad, my aunt, my cousins....My uncle was young, 59, and my cousins are in their early thirties. Cancer sucks. No other way about it. Today we laid him to rest. I feel like I've been moving since Friday when I got the news, so I can't even imagine how his wife, his children, his grandchildren, and his brothers and sister feel.

In addition to my uncle's passing this week was also the first round of my state's version of standardized tests. These things are a beating for students and teachers. I spent six hours Tuesday and six hours Wednesday staring at my students while they took a test. Sounds easy, but it is exhausting. The amount of stress these tests generate is insane. I feel inadequate in my job, which in turn makes me feel tired and a bit like giving up.

I find myself falling further and further behind in my projects. I have worked on no more princesses for A's (now very quickly upcoming) birthday. Nor have I finished the furniture I am redoing. The house is littered with my half finished projects. Ribbon and tulle from my dress making phase, fabric from Christmas, tiles from the coaster projects...All half finished.

I also find myself stuck 8 pounds away from my goal of losing 50 pounds by the time I turn 30 (again rapidly approaching). I constantly worry that I will instead find myself on the other side of the losing equation and all my work will be for nothing. I will wake up 42 pounds heavier, back where I started a year ago.

My house is a mess. A legit, piles of clothes, piles of papers, piles of projects mess. All of that is my fault too.

I feel discouraged in many so many areas right now...I hope I will snap out of this Spring funk, but fear that may not happen until it is too late.  Sorry for the down beat post, again hopefully this will help break the haze a bit. And I don't need reminders that I have a lot to be thankful for, I am aware. I have a job, a house, amazing friends, and a loving family. I am healthy. I am alive. And I am thankful. But sometimes, the minutia gets to you, you know?