I didn't get to go to the wedding. Humpf. I'm super bummed about it, I really like weddings. And free alcohol. And wearing a cute dress. But alas, I'm in in my jammies in front of the computer. Luckily Iris is in her bed (not sleeping, yet, but in her bed) and Eloise is asleep in the sling. I had a half hour to be out of the house earlier tonight. Even that was enough to get me through the rest of the night.
When Matt got here after work I told him that I can't have another week like this, and that we have got to schedule in time for me to have breaks. I mean, hell, if he can go play basketball one night a week, I should have equal right to have time off, too. He totally agreed. He also told me he has tickets to sit in a suite for the Bob Dylan concert next week, he got them from work. I am now hoping I can go to that, maybe as a consolation prize for missing the wedding or something. I'm going to return my dress and stockings to Target. Yep, the dress that I took forever agonizing over buying. I'm going to return it and buy fun new shoes. I thought about keeping the dress, as it really is super cute, but I hope to be smaller the next time I'll have to wear a dress that nice, hence not needing a dress that cute in size XL.
I have also been told I'll be off parenting duties all weekend, as well. That should be good, as I totally freakin' deserve it. I am going to go buy shoes! I may even go to see a movie by myself. How great would that be?
I keep telling myself that right now is such a short time in Eloise's life, and if I have to be home with her and miss things I want to do, that's how it is. She will soon be two, then twelve, then twenty, and before I know it she'll be off on her own and I won't have a little girl at home to take care of.
In other news it's been a week since I had sugar. Not even a small candy or anything. So far, so good. I hope to keep it up. There's even sugar in the house, cookies I LOVE and two pints of Ben and Jerry's ice cream. Even through all my angst this week, I didn't reach for the sugar. That's got to be a good sign, right? Alot of my eating is emotional, so I think that says alot.