Annnnnd I'm back!

Ohmygosh.. What a friggin' week.

Let's start with the good stuff.. My first weigh-in was yesterday! Fridays are my weigh-in days, because let's be honest, who doesn't want to splurge a little on the weekends? My first accomplishment was NOT weighing myself early. That's a miracle in itself. Sooo, I'm down 5 lbs! GREAT START!! I'm excited and motivated to keep going...

This week has not been kind my family. Ugh. Tyler was home from school Monday with a head cold. He's been coughing and snotting pretty much all week. I thought I did well with keeping him contained, but Cameron now has a snotty nose. It's about 100 times worse than Tylers, of course, because there's nothing I can give the little one. ::sigh:: I had to tear up this house looking for my social security card (finally found it!) so I could get a stupid NC license. I hate NC. I know for a fact we WILL not be staying here, given the choice and we most definitely will NOT be retiring here. If I could my parents to move, I don't know if I'd ever come back. Okay, so anyway.. Our tags and registration on both vehicles expire on Gabe's birthday. That left us one day (yesterday) where we could both go and get them. My POA had expired and the car is solely in Gabe's name and it's just a hot mess. So we gather up ALL the stupid shit we need. Okay. Here was our plan: I drop Tyler off at school. Gabe takes his car to Walmart to get the oil changed and new wiper blades and the tires rotated or whatever. I pick him up and it turns out HIS driver's license also expires on his birthday. Shoot me now. So I go over the questions I had (you have to take the written exam when transferring from another state) and we head out to the office. He goes in.. He comes back to the car. Apparently a military ID just isn't quite enough when you don't have your ss card. He needs a birth certificate or marriage license. Really? I mean, really? Alright, strike one. Walmart calls and the oil pan on the Jetta is too badly dented they can't change the oil. He hit a black chunk of concrete in the middle of the road when he first moved to VA. It was dark and snowing. Strike two. I call the license plate agency for directions and they're not open yet. Deep breathing begins.. .. .. We head to Chick-fil-a for breakfast and regrouping. The WW mobile app is amazing and I'm loving everything about it. Head to the office, get our license plates and plop down $447. Awesome. I hate NC. I know other states are just as expensive, but I have a personal vendetta against NC. Soooo.. We head back to Walmart, grab a few groceries for this weekend and pick up the wiper blades for his car. I head back to my car with the baby. Gabe goes out with the mechanic to put the blades on and head home. The blades that fit 98% of all vehicles. Guess who's car is in that 2%? Yep.. ours. Fuck. Fuck Fuckity fuck fuck. FUCK! Fuck you Friday the 13th.

So our super shitty week came to a head (I hate that expression. It's gross) yesterday. All I want to do is spend Gabe's birthday weekend in the house with my family, cooking and baking delicious goodies for my husband. Can I do that? No. There's a scentsy party at the neighbor's house. People are coming over to hang out. No one can take a hint. I'm going to be a major bitch today. I've got a sick baby. Thankfully, Tyler is feeling better. Not 100%, but better. The house is a mess and I'm hungry. I'll post later about the weekend, if I survive it.