Get Over It

I had a wonderful Thanksgiving with family. It was nice to see everyone, and for once we all seemed to get along. What a blessing.

Friday Dan and I celebrated 5 years of marriage. It's hard to believe we have been married 5 years. Dan and Josie put the Christmas tree up, what a joy to watch. Then I took a nice long nap. We got to go to dinner at the casino buffet, courtesy of my Uncle Bill and Aunt Linda. It was a very nice treat.

While we were at dinner, we were sat at a booth in a private room that had about 10 tables in it. There was a booth of people two behind us that were playing music. At first I thought it was someones cell phone ringing, but it kept going on and on. They had their phone streaming music for the joys of the entire room to hear. It was ghetto music playing. It was loud enough we couldn't hear the music the restaurant was playing. I found myself very annoyed and getting angry over it. What made them and their music so important that the rest of us had to listen to it?? I guess I should have found a manager and complained, but I didn't.

We then went to my parents house and played games for a while. While we were there, Josie's eye started swelling and she had a fever of 102.6. Afraid it was a nut allergy we ended the night with Josie snuggled in between us for the night. Happy 5th Anniversary to us!!

Saturday came along and her eye just kept getting worse and worse. We probably should have taken her to the ER Saturday night, but thought it may get better and didn't.

Dan needed the leaves raked from the yard. With his nose dripping he could only rake and needed help bagging them. He had offered Noah $20 to help out. On Friday night they had talked about it and Noah didn't want any part of it. It really upset and disappointed Dan. So I stepped in and told Noah that now he was not going to be paid and he was going to help his dad out of the goodness of his heart. Noah was also invited to a birthday party on Saturday afternoon, so I also told him that if he didn't help dad with the leaves that he wasn't going to the party.

They worked on the yard for about 4 hours. When they came in I asked how it went and Dan said Noah was amazing. He helped out without complaining and they had fun too. So as a treat for helping out and working so hard, Dan let Noah choose a reward. He could either get $10 or the Blues backpack that he found and was going to be returned to the store. Of course he chose the backpack.

I have to admit I felt bad for not helping with the leaves, although if I would have, who would have watched the babies. So I guess I did help... in a way. I suppose a good wife would have done it during the day while he was at work, but then I still had the problem of who would watch the kids...

So it was 3:45 and time to take Noah to the birthday party. Dan took him and dropped him off. Then about 10 minutes later I get a phone call. Evidently since it was a holiday weekend not very many kids were able to make it to the party it was cancelled and no one told us. How embarrassing. They brought Noah home. I felt so bad for him. I guess I should have RSVP'd. Oh well what can a girl do. At least we go the leaves done.

Sunday morning we woke up to Josie's eye being even worse. So off to the ER we went. They gave IV antibiotics and sent us on our way.

I found that over the 4 day weekend I ended it feeling guilty. I know I'm not the best mom or feed my kids the best things all the time. I don't think I feed them ALL bad things, but probably not enough good things. So my new challenge it to feed them ALL good things. No bad foods anymore. I know what it is to be fat and feel that every time you eat that you are being looked at by those who eat healthy. I have even had people make comments about my food choices when out to eat. I don't want my kids to end up fat like me and have to deal with the guilt of everything they put in their mouth. Sometimes I wish everyone was fat (and when I say fat, not by what they think is fat, but really being over weight and FAT) just if even for a month. So they know the glares, comments and feelings that we fat ones go through. I know I am the only one I can blame for my fatness, but it is also not just as easy as eating better for some of us to lose the weight. I have 125 pounds I need to lose. Most people only weigh 20-40 pound more, if that, than I need to lose. I just wish thin people understood more how we feel. I have been thin before, very thin, sickly thin. I don't want to be that thin, just healthy. I know I am the only one that can fix this and this is really my issue and I probably just need to get over it. I plan on eating better and making better food choices for me and my kids....