Seriously, my baby has cried most of her waking hours today.  I’ve held her pretty much nonstop, which is fine until it’s time to cook.  Finally, at her last feeding, I decided to research how many ounces she should be eating.  Despite the fact that all babies are different, I thought I’d find a real answer for this.  I can dream.  I did however convince myself that she needs at least an extra half ounce in the evening.  Maybe this will help her sleep through the night.  updated to add: extra ounce did not help, still have dark circles under my eyes and am tired.

After working our asses off at spin, the teacher tells us that if we’re trying to lose weight and don’t see results, we need to look at what we’re eating.  Thanks for that tidbit.  Because I didn’t already know that eating two cupcakes yesterday was bad for the diet.

After having two cupcakes, I made Lance promise that no matter what, he can’t buy any sweets this week, including scones, until Saturday.  Really going all out, aren’t I?  (I sound like Squirt and his 80.)  Today at the store, I bought some Skinny Cow ice cream sandwiches, deciding that they don’t count as sweets.  (They’re low fat, and the box says they are only 2 weight watchers points, that’s not a sweet.)  I was at the store so long, I opened the package and started eating one.  Immediately No David asked for a bite, which I refused.  Immediately after my refusal, I dropped the damn thing.  So I got another one out and ate it.  updated to add: my will power sucks, Lance just gave me a scone.

Somehow me saying that I might be available to volunteer on a field trip turned into me saying yes.   I just realized that I haven’t done the background check for this year, so I guess I can’t go.

There’s a group on Twitter that will be trying new burger places each Monday.  I am so in, which may or may not be the reason why I might forget to even submit to a background check at Goose’s school.  I love my boy, but burgers win every time.

Are we bad parents if Goose leaves school early to attend basketball practice?  I didn’t think so either.

Lance had a bet with a guy that has been a slight a-hole in the past.  They bet 100 bucks, and the guy lost.  Obviously.  Lance asked him to send a check to a specific charity.  Of course, the a-hole has conveniently forgotten the charity more than once.  Lance was going to say something on his blog about it, (he’s feeling so empowered after the shit with Lev), but I insisted that he take the high road.  Since the guy doesn’t read my blog, I don’t have to do the same.  Pay up A-hole.

We are taking Goose the games this weekend and every time the Baby Hulk hears me talk about it, he says, “and me, you always forget you are taking me.”  Actually, we don’t have an extra ticket.  Starting to feel really bad.

In an effort to make it to school on time, I have promised myself that if we are running late, my bed doesn’t get made or I don’t wash the bottle/pumping supplies until I get back home.  The other day, Lance walked in and saw the bed unmade, and he who never makes a bed, made a freaking comment.  Instead of say, just making the damn bed!

And last, as Chelsea reminded me today…one month until her birthday.  She turns 21!

I’m behind another day..she so needs to start sleeping through the night.  Come on, Baby Z!!