I'm bad with bugs. Last night, a roach surprised me from the recycling bin and I screamed bloody murder at 11pm. Good thing the kids are deep sleepers. Hubby thought we had an intruder - we actually had two (roaches) and he had to take care of them. That is one of his responsibilities.
My boy caught my girl's fingers on the car door today as he closed it. Screams again, from mom (as I extricated fingers from door) and daughter. She is usually already upset by being dropped off (wonder when that'll settle?). Felt extra bad to leave her, even if her fingers were fine. Spoke to someone today who has been home with her youngest, who is 4. Again agonize over my decision to do differently. Yesterday the girl wanted to just sit in my lap after she got home. She is a good cuddler...
Have been screaming internally when stepping on the scale lately. The pounds just keep coming. The problem is that I like good food but am not a big exercise fan. And age does a number on your metabolism. I'm not good on the Wii exercise platforms. Hubby has a gym setup in the garage but it is HOT in there. So I will continue with the Zumba/yoga and hope for the best.
Zumba instructor today advised that when eating burgers, leave the bun if you want fries. Or leave the fries if you want the bun. And at happy hour, vodka and diet coke instead of margarita/daiquiri/pina colada. Think that'll work for you?
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