Day 44
Oh dear...
Well day 43 didn't go very well...
Started out with great intentions. Baby and I were going to an Xmas concert at the school I workin in some years ago then onto visit a friend for the afternoon for there. It was an early start - trust me, 10am IS early with a baby -and I had a lot to do. This included hoovering, laundry, feeding baby - bottle AND cereal- make and drink hot shake, washing up, make (and grind) baby's pack lunch (inc. peanut bar for me), make up 2 litres of water, one with flavourings and one without BEFORE we could even get washed and dressed! Believe me, with runny weetabix flying around it's not worth doing this any earlier!
So I lumbered down the 3 flights ofstairs (we live in a block of flats with no lift) with changin bag over my back, wriggly baby on my hip, lunch bag on shoulder and a big bag of pressies for friends we won't see again before xmas - thank god there's almost 2 stone LESS of me to lumber with!
Loaded everything in the car with minutes to spare preparing to dive like a bat out of hell (obviously whilst still obeying te residential speed limits and priritising everybodys safety...
) when I realised I had a)left my phone behind and b) left my water behind.
DILEMA DILEMA!!
Now this might not sound bad faced with the decision making faced by the likes of Bush and Blair on a daily basis (now now, stop sniggering at the back!) BUT I was faced with the chioce of unplugging baby from mentally challenging carseat, putting changing bag back on and lumbering back up all the stairs to get water, therefore making us late and having to embarrass myself by walking in late at the concert OR just leaving without water.
Yes dear leader, i left the water and made it with seconds to spare.
Concert was lovely! Ter's nothing like seeing a bunch of SEN boys with Emotional and Behavioural Difficulties and multiple-ASBOs (It's a special needs school) singing away in a manger to bring a festive lump to any humbug's throat. Butyou know when you go to any sort of public perfomance and there's always a child that makes lots of noise at inapproprate times? Yes, you guessed it - MY DAUGHTER!! Each time the headteacher spoke to the auduience she would shout 'uh-oh!' over and over again. Just as well he is a good friend and understands that she has inherited my disruptive genes!
Fed baby her lunch in school canteen and told friends I was having lunch with friend lter (told friend I had lunch at the school so double crossed them all!) but by ths time not a drop of water had passed my lips and I was getting hungry and not a little light headed.
Finally had a drink of water in staff room after unch but there were 10,00 cream cakes free to empty stomachs available too and they ALL knew my name!!! The crazy thing is I don't LIKE cream cake that much!!! But MY GOD was I tempted...
Anyway, managed to resist but dunno that I would have managed it had it been say, mince pies.
Went to friends next and , bless her, she remembered I was dieting and made me a black coffee instead of a tea with milk. AND gave me a mince pie!!
Well it was just to much and I ate it.
'That's alright,' I thought, 'just one mince pie won't do too much damage.'
You'd think I'd learn wouldn't you? Well that mince pie flicked my 'picking switch' (food - NOT MY NOSE, I'm sure some of you were wondering!) and I went on to pic at BFs tea when I was cooking it then nicked some choccies from his advent calendar. One day he will remember it's there and will be at a loss to now where they have gone cos of course all my picking is,as always, in secet and he thinks I have been a perfect SS angel with the exceptin of his Mum's birthday.
Wonder if I can convince him that mice can open choc wrappers AND put them in the bin? Some new breed of super-mouse? (With Penfold in tow?).
Then I had a terrible ights sleep cos baby has a cold and kept waking up every couple of hours wit a blocked nose which meant I couldn't get back to sleep. For some reason this triggered, not a craving but an obsession with peanut butter and I HAD to have a slice before I could go back to bed.
Think a lot of this is to do with the fact I might be going out for a xmas meal with work friends tonight and my Fat Brain is slowly taking control. Trouble is I'm not sure how to banish him to the back room again - or better still evict him!
Need to go cos baby has just found the Yelow Pages and has set about tearing it up. Don't mind that but step 2 is 'eat the pages'. Oh my god - even my baby is obsessed with food!!
