Remember when I said that I was, like, the picture of discipline on Monday? If you could quantify discipline on a scale of 1 to 100, Monday was like a 95 for me. (I did have one completely unnatural off-brand freezy pop tube for dessert.)
Tuesday and Wednesday have been like a 2 and a 4, respectively.
Seriously, you guys, I am pretty dumb, and here's why. So, I got my freelance work to do on Thursday of last week. I was so wrapped up in the spirit of juggling and having it all and talking on the phone about important professional issues! I was budgeting my time wisely! And so, yesterday I raced home from the gym to make the most of the second half of Nathan's camp time, to find out that there was a "stop the presses!" moment, like kind of literally because some things have to be reprinted before I can edit them.
So, now I have all this unexpected free time, and I seriously don't know what to do with myself. It's like I can't figure out what to do if I don't have to juggle all my personal responsibilities with work. I can't remember what I did before having this freelance gig.
Which was like a week ago.
You know how they always say If you want something done, give it to a busy person? That is so true. After my brief taste of juggling, I'm back to no work and I feel like there is nothing to do. And yeah, there are things I need to do, but I just put them off because I don't feel like doing them, and what's the point because I can do them tomorrow?
So yesterday I mostly just sat around all day, looking at stuff on the Internets, and at some point I took a nap in there (husband was home to hang with Nathan). I should not take naps, because when I wake up from a nap, it's like my body thinks it was hibernating all winter and I should therefore eat everything in sight. This used to be huge problem back in the days when Nathan napped, because, and I'm embarrassed to admit this, but I pretty much took a nap when Nathan did every single day from his birth to when he gave up his nap at age 3. (Well, except for when I was at work, of course.)
So after yesterday's nap I ate my peanut butter straight out of the jar with a spoon. And then I ate Cheerios straight out of the box, which I am also embarrassed to admit is one of my favorite snacks. Then we had Panera for dinner, which was probably not the worst food I could possibly eat, except after that I went across the parking lot to the shrine to grease known as Pop's and got a 49-cent ice cream cone. Just cuz.
Today I was determined to do a little bit better. After camp drop-off I went to the gym and did 30 minutes on the elliptical. Here is what I have learned about the elliptical: I am not coordinated enough to do the one where you also have to use your arms. With the arm one, I last like ten minutes, tops. I can at least do 30 on the one where you just hold onto a bar and only use your legs.
I rode the stationary bike after that, but only because I wanted to get more miles in my Daily Mile report.
After the gym I did something really very stupid. So, I've been meaning to send an email of a job inquiry nature, and those things always scare me. Too much possibility of rejection, you know? So anyway, I told myself that I could get my nails done if I sent the email. (Non-food rewards--yay Weight Watchering!) But then I reasoned that it made more sense geographically if I got my nails done on the way home from the gym, not to mention that would be the only way I could do it while Nathan was at camp. So, I had to get my nails done before sending the email.
I got the cutest nails--white basecoat with the blue shatter topcoat, and seriously my nails look like they're made of denim.
Except, that was like ten hours ago and I still haven't sent that email. So, I kind of outsmarted myself there. Take that, Shannon.
Then after camp I told Nathan that I wanted to go to Starbucks. He asked if we could go to Dunkin' Doughnuts instead. And even though it was lunchtime and he should be eating something more wholesome than a doughnut, I said yes. Because I had a gift card. Yet another Mother of the Year moment.
I got Bill a Captain America star-shaped jelly doughnut with sprinkles. Because that would soften the blow when I had to tell him the dishwasher was broken.
I think I did some other stuff in the eight hours between telling Bill the dishwasher was broken and now, but I can't remember what it was. Except for calling the dishwasher repair people.
Good thing more work has come in for me, or my brain might turn into a jelly doughnut. And not a cute one with sprinkles, either.