locked out! but laughing

So, this week was a bad one.  Just a little update about me, I am living with my 3 kids 90 miles away from my husband while he finishes dental school and tries to sell our house.  Being a "single mom" is tough- I think the people that have to do it for real are amazing.  I can't wait to see my husband on the weekends, not only because I miss him so much, but I have come to value his help with the kids so much.

Anyways, about the bad week.  Monday at weigh in I had gained 2 pounds.  I was so depressed.  Not surprised- although I did somehow hope that even though I had stuffed my face and not excercised all week the scale would magically day that I had lost weight ( I call it the hope enough to lose diet). So, Tuesday I thought that I would be good all week and show that scale.  Ha!!!  Instead, I decided to snack like crazy and wallow in my self pity.  It's one direction to go, maybe not the best direction, but a direction.

Well, for the whole week I was really good all morning but right about 1:00 everyday I just ate whatever I wanted.  There are a million things that I could blame it on, but each one is just a silly excuse.  There may be some pschological reason behind my need to stuff my face, but I think that it is just that I love food- especially french fries.

So, yesterday I went to the grocery store with my dd and ds while my oldest ds was in preschool.  I had made a list and menu planned so that I would only buy healthy food.  My dd was helping and then decided it would be hilarious to run away from Mom and have her chase her throughout the store.  Funny girl!!  I had to push the cart after her because my ds was in the seatbelt.  I tried everything, counting, threatening no treat, yelling, pleading, but she just kept running.  I finally cut her off in the produce section and with tears rolling down my face (and completely out of breath) tried to explain to her how dangerous it was to run away and how someone could take her and I would never see her again.  It must have been too much for her 3-year-old mind to comprehend because she looked up at me with he big green eyes and said, "Don't worry Mom you can visit me at the bad peoples house."  But then after not receiving the customary treat at the checkout stand she (through tears also) said, "Mommy I will never run away from you again."

So, then I got home and went to put the groceries away and discovered that I had locked myself out of the house.  The best part is I did the same thing last week.  I don't have a deadbolt on the door and the bottom lock opens from the inside when it's locked so you have to unlock it from the inside to get in from the outside (did that make sense) Last week when I did it I climbed in the house through my bedroom window which I had neglected to lock. So after that I  made sure all the windows were locked because I did not want someone else getting in my house!  Upon realizing that I had locked myself out again and remembering that I had locked all the windows I put the kids and groceries back in the car and walked around the house checking each window. Good news- my house is impenatrable at least through the windows.  So my last resort was the doggy door which I had closed up since we got rid of our dog last month.  I tried to reach the latch to open it and then out of pure frustration I punched it as hard as I could.  Doggy door- not impenatrable! So, I had my dd crawl through and open the door.

The funny thing was that I was laughing at the irony of my horrible day the whole time.  I guess that I have a sense of humor- it seems that I have to have one with the crap that happens to me.  I have also realized that prayer has helped me have better attitude about everything.  Heavenly Father loves me, but also has a sense of humor.

Maybe next week will be better....