The weekend forecast was correct. Tears rained down as predicted, but alas, we're all still above water, and sleeping better already. Just call me the Weather Girl. The first night can be described in no other terms than hellish. If I were in fact a Weather Girl, I could show y'all some rad graphics. Ohhh, we were miserable. All of us. And awake. AKA, miserable. I almost cried and I may have pulled out some of my hair. I was pretty sure that I would cave, thereby undoing all of our progress, but did I mention that I've been tired? Well we made it through the night, and after all the crying was done, sweet sleep was awaiting us, and was such a delightful and welcome guest.
Saturday and Sunday were better. Much better. Each day it gets easier on all of us, and I think it makes Schmo happier too because he's much more rested. That makes everyone sweeter.
In other news, Saturday is my usual cheat day and so I eat an unholy amount of calories because I spent the week earning that. This Saturday was especially sweet because I was ripe for some emotional eating after the Friday night we had had, what with all the crying and all.
So it was McDonald's breakfast burritos to get me kicked off in the right direction, T-Rex pizza for lunch, then some magical chocolate cake (with chocolate chips in the batter! Thanks Tonja!) for a quick sugar pick-me-up around 2 or 3, and then Wendy's for supper.
My rings left creases in my fingers after church Sunday morning, undoubtedly because my innards look much like the Dead Sea. Just think of what they'd have looked like had I eaten the fried Oreo that taunted us from the menu after lunch. Uh-huh, fried Oreo. And yes, it taunted me.
It was all, you don't have the guts. You can't handle me.
And as fetching as arteriosclerosis sounds, I felt it wise to heed the sage advice of Nancy Reagan and "Just Say No". And I passed! I passed the test! I'll just go ahead and confess right now though, because it's good for the soul, my resolve was pretty flimsy so if someone else had ordered one, I would've had to have one too. Thankfully, everyone else is like, iron willed against the sugary devils, so I just rode to victory on their coat tails.
Hey. Any way I get there is fine with me.