Remember my post from yesterday evening? You know...the one where I said I wanted to stay up all night and clean. The one where I said after a very long day at work - I wanted to get a head start on all of the cleaning I have to do before Thanksgiving. And so, I made the plan to just stay up and clean as much as possible - so that I could relax today?
Well, it turns out, I was suffering from delusions brought on from my unknown exhaustion.
I wasn't tired at all when I sat in this very spot yesterday afternoon telling you all of my midnight madness.
In fact, after dinner, I was actually making my plans of where I was going to start and what I was going to get done through the night - while the kiddos slept soundly in their beds.
Then, out of nowhere, apparently the Sandman came and visited me and BAM all of my through the night cleaning plans were shattered. I remember looking at the clock last night around 8:30. I remember thinking to myself that I would start around 10pm...and just keep going until I felt the need to stop.
The next thing I know....it's 5am. I'm still on the couch. Glasses still on my face. I'm still sitting in the same position I was in when I remember looking at the clock and making those starting plans. Eight and a half hours gone...right before my eyes. What a waste.
Thanks a lot, Sandman.
I could have had my house sparkling clean in those 8 hours. Minus the vacuuming which I was going to wait on until everyone was awake. But everything else could have been done.
At 5am, you'd have thought I was late for work or something....I have never jumped off the couch so fast. I was so angry and mad at myself for falling asleep - and wasting all that precious time to myself....to clean in the peace and quiet of the Twilight hours. And wouldn't you know it, but my jumping off the couch in my panicked frenzy woke up Jelly who was asleep on the other end of the couch. DOH!!
So, even if I thought I could get in a couple of hours of cleaning before the kiddos bounced out of bed...no such luck. Jelly is now wide awake and already in full "Mommy can I have" mode.
I did start cleaning the minute I jumped off the couch. Well, after I made a pot of coffee anyway. I cleaned for an hour - and then thought I might as well have a cup of coffee...or two...and get my blog post written. I don't want any more distractions today....while I'm trying to clean.
I know that I'm making it sound like my house is a war zone....and that it's going to take hours and hours to clean. That's not the case. My house isn't that bad. It's just not what I consider "holiday company clean". That means everything has to be put away, neatly. There can be no stuff piled up in corners or in hallways. There can be no junk piled up on the dining room table. There can be no dust bunnies hanging from the ceiling or the ceiling fans. My house has to sparkle like a diamond...or I'm grumpy. Nuff said.
Cleaning my house before hosting a holiday has become a right of passage...handed down from my mother which was handed down from her mother and so on. I'm trying to instill that right in to my own children - but the thought of cleaning without the kids whining and fighting sounded so much more appealing. Oh well, no turning back the clock or worrying about it now. Peanut and Butter are just going to have to deal...and help.
Being that it's Wednesday, I guess I should post my weight for this week. I know I don't have to - but I've whined about it enough all week. No, it has absolutely nothing to do with cleaning my house...but I might as well throw it in here. Yep, right at the end....where I'm hoping maybe no one will notice.
I was a little surprised when I saw the scale this morning. It said 235.3. That's 2.1lbs higher than last week - but it's also over 2lbs less than what I saw on Sunday. I stood on that stupid scale on Sunday and saw 237.8lbs. Can you believe that crap? I almost had a heart attack.
To say that I'm a pissed is an understatement. I know that I haven't been perfect this week...far from it... but do I think that I've done enough to gain 2.1lbs? Heck no!! I guess it's my own fault. This year has been a waste - in regards to my weight loss. My scale has gone up and down like a yo-yo...and I have no doubt in my mind that it's going to keep doing it until the end of the year.
On January, 2nd of this year - I weighed 227lbs. By February 23rd, I weighed 215lbs. By the end of April, I was down to 211lbs. Then, the uphill climbed began...and the months that followed saw a gain and a loss over and over... but the 211lbs mark was gone...never to be seen again....this year, anyway.
We're now closing in on the end of November, and I'm officially 9lbs heavier than what I started the year off. 9lbs in a year isn't too bad... but knowing that I got down to 211lbs only to swing right back up to 235 is very depressing. Oh well, no time to dwell on that now. Things will change...soon...I'm sure of it.
Right now, I only have one thing on my mind - getting my house clean for the family. I'll never get away from here if I start dwelling on my weight.
Till next time. ;)
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