almost late for school | Adventures of Four

7:37 AM

7:37 AM is the time that I opened my eyes out of a weird dream in which our pool was flooded and giant red fish were swimming up to our sliding glass doors like they were in an aquarium. I glanced across my bedroom to look at the time on the cable box. 7:37 AM… Elementary school begins at 8 AM with the tardy bell ringing at 8:15 AM. Crap! It was already shaping up to be one of those days…

I shot out of bed racing around like mad, throwing cereal bowls at the kids and barking orders. The boys were perfectly good listeners this morning, thank goodness! We managed to get Wildman to school on time dressed and all.

Then I came home and spilled my breakfast on my shirt. So, now I have this awesome wet spot on my front and I’m cursing the South Beach Diet… You see, I’ve gained what I consider to be a lot of weight since the beginning of the year. I workout five times a week and eat pretty healthy so I’m really at a loss for why I’m gaining. It’s incredibly frustrating, as you can imagine. My family doctor basically said that it’s what happens when you’re 35 and have 2 kids. I wasn’t convinced so he sent me to an endocrinologist to have a full workup of my hormone levels. The specialist suggested that I try the South Beach Diet for two weeks while we wait for my lab results.

So here I am on my second day of the SBD and I’m going a little nuts. J’s not in town this week so I had to take my boys shopping for all the new groceries I’d need for a week’s worth of recipes on Tuesday evening. It was a three ring circus… Then I have had to prepare all of the meals and snacks from scratch which is proving to be a huge time commitment. If the food wasn’t so delicious I’d be tempted to throw in the towel. But it really is good so I need to just man-up for two weeks. I can do this, right?

In the mean time, my poor body is freaking out without carbs, sugar and caffeine. I’m going on a 24-hour headache that Advil won’t touch. I’m kind of shaky too from this food detox. Ugh! I hope it goes away soon. My patience is already waning.

He was Supposed to be Eating Breakfast…

It was after 8 on Friday morning. Wildman had not touched a bite of his breakfast, he was not dressed and we had to leave for preschool in less than half an hour. He was no where to be found. I called and called for him to come eat but got no response.

At times like these he can usually be found chatting with J while J is in the shower. As I rounded the corner into the bathroom, ready to do some serious nagging, I found this: