Ms Elizabeth's Journal, 12 June 2015

I exercised.. then this happened. Ok so I knew I would be busy last night taking the preteen to soccer practice so instead I decided to go for a 2 mile was over my lunch hour which was great.. except the sweaty armpits.. in a dark blue silky shirt.. that was slightly less great but I worked out so I was proud of myself despite being a hot mess the rest of the afternoon. Also we have a goose thing going on. The geese like us. We have a green space with a walking trail around work that the geese looooove. They also love to poop on the walking trail. So while I was walking a tiny man in spandex came up behind me but I had my earbuds in so I didn't hear him. Completely scared me into jumping into you guessed it.. goose poop. That's when hubby calls to tell me his new truck was ready to be picked up but we have to get there before 6:30.

Suddenly grandma is taking the preteen to soccer practice and I am taking a 3 yr old and a 10 month old to go pick up a new deisel truck.. at a dealership.. that is over an hour away. Yay? Oh and I'm still a hot mess with goose poop on the bottom of my shoe. I rush to pick up the boys, get them wrestled into the old truck as they scream. Little man want's soccer. Peanut just wants to be free. And they screamed.. yes.. the entire freaking way. At this point I am rocking in the front seat about to suck my thumb. The dealership took forever so little man got into every single freaking car, van, suv, and truck there. Add running around growling "get out of there" "stop it" "stop it" "So help you if you _____" with peanut on one hip attempting to suck my cheek. Seriously.. I'm lucky I didn't come to work today with a hicky.. on my cheek..or chin.. or eat. The kind was attempting to teeth on my face.

So we get the new truck. Hubby is in seventh heaven. Little man is screaming Pizza? Pizza? Da!! Pizza?!?!?!?!?! Me Pizzaaaaaaaaaaa. And peanut again.. is just screaming because he has no cheek to suck on. Weight loss motivation of the day? To be able to shimmy from the front seat to the backseat in the middle of a freeway with more grace. If I just lose 20-30 lbs.. I think I can do it without grunting, cursing under my breath, or mooning the car next to us when my gorgous butt crack comes sneaking out as I attempt to straddle the center divider.

So yes.. I had pizza last night. I even had a couple wings. The scale didn't go up though so obviously toddler chasing, growling, cheek sucking, truck aerobics does burn some sort of calories. Plus I was good for the majority of the day. I probably could have still managed to be good if we hadn't gotten home at 9pm with pizza and wings and two kids up past their bedtime on some sort of superhero added energy boost that lasted till 10pm. New deisel truck smells are dangerous around young impressional boys. Although.. little man went straight to the camero and said "Mine??" His dad was slightly horrified. I was slightly amused. Then he tried to climb into it... by hanging off the side mirror and throwing his feet through the window.. then I was slightly horrified.