Well, I have to tell you that the bird and the dog are really loving the "no egg yokes for mommy" thing. They keep handing me the makeover book, opened to the meal plan and pointing to "breakfast". I guess I'm going to have to teach them to tell time or something.
So, with my usual flawless organizational skills in full force, I boiled enough eggs yesterday to do my breakfasts for the full week. Of course this led to an hour of "Mom, can I paint those?" "No, we don't have any egg dye." "Yes we do." "No we don't, the Easter Bunny used it." "Yes we do, we BOUGHT some!" "THE EASTER BUNNY USED IT!" *starts chanting in a droning monotone "I love my children I love my children I love my children. . . "* Anyway, you get the picture.
Then, after some general cleaning, it was off to the store for all the goodies that I THOUGHT I had put on Saturday's grocery list. All the lovely free foods for my salad, some flounder filets, and OH LOOK!! They have catfish on sale! I saw that on the list in one of the update sections! HURRAY!!! My favorite freshwater fish. . . deepfried in cornme. . . don't go there. Well, get some and figure out how to cook it when you get home. *stand in line. . . wait. . . wait. . . wait. . . cease to worry about a cooking method, it's going to be petrified catfish before I get through the dratted chechout!* *look at watch and gasp. . . well, if I leave all the groceries behind, sprout wings and fly home, I can have my aerobics workout and still beat HC home from school -- discard plan as unworkable*
Okay, so now I'm home. Didn't beat HC, but managed to arrive before he and Demonspawn could do any damage. Sent Demonspawn home, BOTH of them know better than to allow the other in each other's house if there's no adult present. Answer the 47 messages from my game friends wanting to know where the HECK have I been, there's a raid going on! Let them know I'll be there shortly. Haul the groceries upstairs, since HC vanished with Demonspawn, well aware that chores would be forthcoming soon. *chants in droning monotone, "I love my children I love my children I love my children. . . "*
I'm hungry. It's close to meal time. HC has vanished and the whole guild is whining. Okay, I can handle this. It's just one of those flawless organizational things. Log in to the game, scream at the guild that I need a ride (I know it's going to take a bit for a druid or wizard to show up to get me). Dash off upstairs to make salad. Look around in dismay. Where's my salad bowl? Frantic search. What's that blue under HC's bed? GAH! No, my big plastic salad bowl is NOT a carwash for Matchbox cars. Dump the water, toss the soaking wet cars on a towel, decide to worry about them later. *chants in a droning monotone, "I love my children I love my children I love my children. . . "* Back to the kitchen, wash the bowl. Realize that I probably have people waiting for me in game. Race back downstairs. Mumble an incomprehensible excuse for tardiness to the druid who has obviously been standing there for a while waiting on me. Get to the raid, do the prepatory stuff I'm supposed to do. Realize who the raid leader is, and recognize that his flawless organizational skills are superior even to mine. Tell my group that I'm going back upstairs for a few minutes. Chop up lettuce, tomatoes, onions, look at cucumbers and decide to save them for now, offer up a short prayer of thanksgiving that bean sprouts and alphafa sprouts are the size they are, dump them into the bowl. . . Well darn it all, how did I miss getting any mushrooms? Nevermind, I have an edible salad, now for the protien topper. Flounder is frozen, catfish is raw. Even THAT raid leader gets his act together eventually, time is running out. Throw some salad into a bowl, top with a couple of slices of roasted turkey breast lunchmeat (2g of fat, we won't even TALK about sodium, okay?) and off I go.
Found time to check the update post on the food list, and discover to my horror that my beloved catfish is a B protien, not an A like I thought. Okay fine. So I can have one bite instead of two. I'll just let it dissolve on my tongue so it FEELS like I'm getting to eat a lot of it!
Boyfriend gets home from work, looks in the fridge and spots my salad. "What's with all the rabbit food? That's enough to feed a family of 4 for a week!" "Or me, for 2 days, and if you lay ONE FINGER ON IT *brandishing chef's knife threateningly*" No worries there, he eats a piece of lettuce twice a year whether he needs it or not. HC didn't spot it until this morning. I had to promise to share with him. He loves salad as much as I do.
Anyway, no weight loss to report today (I'm resisting the temptation to go jump on the scales, as a matter of self discipline). Have a question though. . . Does unsuccessfully chasing the school bus half way around the neighborhood when it's 10 minutes early, then racing home and jumping in the car to drive the miscreant to school count for one's aerobic workout? *chants in a droning monotone, "I love my children I love my children I love my children. . . "*