Ms Elizabeth's Journal, 07 December 2015

I was doing sooooooo well. Until last night. I blame the stress my husband puts me through. Love him but the man can be a royal pain in the butt sometimes. I think I would have lost at least 2 lbs if it weren't for a "lets get things done" day and a countertop. The countertop reeeeaaallly put me over the edge. Next thing I knew it was a vanilla wafer for me, one of the baby, two vanilla wafers for me, one for the pre-teen, now lets see how many vanilla wafers I can fit into my mouth while refusing to talk to the husband. Sorry.. can't talk or call you names because I'm in wafer heaven. Then I attempted to save the day.. and imploded... with wine and then a wine buzz munch.

Saturday we were busy. I had a kids Christmas party at work with the kids. Then we tried to go shopping but shopping with 3 kids hopped up on sugar from the holiday party in the middle of shopping season equals complete nightmare. I was the crazy lady that yelled "FINE!!! We're going home and we're not buying a gosh darn freakin thing!!" in the middle of Sears and then literally dragged the 3 yr old out of the store while the preteen attempted to pretend she didn't know who we were and the 1 yr old licked my cheek. Which really didn't phase the kids because all I had was clothes for the 1 yr old and.. um.. me. Really cute boots with a great sale and a scarf that was sooooo pretty. I later ordered the boots online. so um.. HA!

As if the day before wasn't stressful hubby decided Sunday was a lets get things done day. This included power tools in the house during nap time. A failure to communicate.. ever. And then him getting annoyed that the house is trashed because Sunday is usually my lets get caught up on the house day but instead I was watching him run water line to the fridge and yell at the 3 and 1 yr old to be quiet because he needed to figure this out. Uh huh.. yup .. that's gonna happen. We still can't find one of the nut drivers. One of the kids probably ran off with it and stuck it in lord only knows where. Now he's upset we've lost a nut driver. Sorry?? Can't hook up a water line with the preteen in the crawl space and him in the basement and watch two kids? So that was stressful but I was still doing good. Until the counter..

Ok tell me if this sounds nuts. We have a huge kitchen with a giant C of countertop. On one end is a bar. We had problems getting countertop because we have so much counter. I decided to make it interesting and make the bar with 2 x 6's sanded down and screwed together like a giant butcher block. The rest of the counters will be laminate. Now mind you I asked the husband 5,000 times. Is this ok? He kept responding. It's your kitchen. Which resulted in him asking me 5,000 times yesterday. Is this what you actually want? Did you do this on purpose? Do you know what you're doing? Now keep in mind the 3 kids are still in the house so this is peppered with "Mom I want water." "Mom I'm hungry!" "You just ate." "Oh yeah.. I'm full. Can I have a poptart?" "Mom there is a winter dance, a concert, and a performance next week. I need 3 new dresses (that will never ever be worn again)" "Can I have an Iphone 6 for Xmas?" Oh and the 1 yr old. "EeEEEEEEHHHH! EEEEEEEEEHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!!! EHHHHHHH!" This was when I started double fisting the vanilla wafers and debated if divorce was an option. So we went to time out. Me with my wine and my refusal to talk to him. I have no clue what he did. And the counter top.. not done. It's on the floor in my dining room. I will work on it later. Much much later. Still married though so that's something!

Moral of the story? I need to figure out a way to deal with stress without eating.. or divorce. Any suggestions? I tried wine but that just gave me wine buzz munching.