Off to work I go. Slammed a Coke Zero on the way in. Busy, busy morning. Downed a giant cup of coffee and ate a baby reeses - yes, the breakfast of champions. Off I go to my Tender Hearts committee meeting (ate a really good cookie there) - where we do quite a bit of walking around the June Hunt Hope Center (which is a truly awesome facility, ck it out -- http://thehopecenterfoundation.org/). But in high heeled, pointy boots ... ouch. I rush from there to LakeSide to meet with a tenant, her architect and a contractor. I'm on a pretty good caffiene and sugar high by this time. But, I had a few minutes to spare, so of course - a made a quick stop at STARBUCKS!
My meeting starts and I am flying high. I swear Starbucks is like liquid meth for me. Humm, is meth liquid? I'm chatting with the architect and the contractor when the tenant walks in. She says, "Wow Chasity, I didn't know you were expecting!" I was mortified! Already not feeling really great about my self image lately ... and this (excuse the pun) was the icing on the cake. I politely told her that I was not pregnant and that I would never eat again. Thank you very much. We finish the meeting and I high tail it out of there to go to Eunice's (nail time - yay). By the way, I was standing (still in my high heeled pointy toed boots) for entire meeting .
In the car, I decided I had two choices, 1-really never eat again OR 2-go home and polish off the remainder of Addison's chocolate birthday cake.
I get to Eunice's right "on time" -- 3pm. I notice that she's looking at me a bit weird. She tells me that I'm really early - my appt is not until 4pm. Of course. The correct time is on my phone calendar ... but my mind seemed to be on a different schedule. So, I decide to waste some time by walking around Hobby Lobby next door to the salon. So I walk around Hobby Lobby (yes, still in the same evil boots) for 45 mins and $50.
Go back over and get my nails done. So happy that my texting and emailing thumb nail has been restored! I mean really -- I have to use my right thumb to text, since I drive with my left hand! Duh.
On the way to get Addison from the rec, I actually feel faint. I am so tired that I can barely drive, all the way trying to think of what I could feed the family for dinner (just them, as you recall, I vowed to never eat again). I stumbled into the house, managed to pry off the boots from hell, and got directly into my PJs. Why is it that PJs just make everything better? I swear if the dishes had still been stacked in the sink I would have cried.
By default, I decided to make cheesy, spicy corn bread and beans. The family wasn't overjoyed, yet they ate it with little complaining. Me, I stuck with yet another diet coke. (see vow above)
Now I am sitting on the couch, Gracie is snuggled beside me and life is feeling a little better. Now I must stop procrastinating and get on with doing my research and preparing for my committee meeting tomorrow morning.
tata for now .... from NOT a mommy to be