First a funny thing...
Just as I pull out the driveway this morning on the way to drive my five year olds to the bus stop, I hear
Daughter 2: "oh, crap"
Me: "What did you say?" (hoping I heard it wrong and trying not to chuckle).
Daughter 2: "I said 'oh, crap'" (innocently as she dropped whatever she was holding on the floor)
Me: OK, let's not say that anymore. It's not a nice thing to say."
Meanwhile Daughter 1 chimes with "What did she say?what did she say?"
Me: Nothing, nothing. She said something that wasn't a nice word and we're not going to repeat it.
Why do these things always happen on the way to the bus stop when I am the only adult in the car?
And I KNOW that I am the guilty party that introduced the phrase into her vocabulary. I obviously try and watch my language around the kids and I certainly don't curse like a sailor but the phrase "oh, crap" has definitely been uttered by me on more than one occasion.
I suppose the good thing is that she used it the proper context, right?
I'm imagining that we're going to get a note home from school if she keeps it up. :sigh:
But on other fronts...
It looks like the family is going on another cruise this summer. It will be my Dad and his wife's (I'm not allowed to call her my stepmother) 40th anniversary and our 12th the week we sail. I'm really excited about it but I've decided that I refuse to be the fat girl in the cruise pictures again. Last time we went... about a year ago, I actually photoshopped myself in a few of the pictures before sending them to the rest of the family. (pathetic, I know). If you saw my perpetually thin husband, father and brothers you'd understand. One brother is a former body builder and my 65 year old dad plays tennis several times a week.
This is the just the motivation I need to stop talking about this and DO SOMETHING. I can diet with the best of them and I've been known to drop 20-30 pounds on everything from Atkins to Weight Watchers. But exercise has never been my strong suit. It's not that I'm lazy (well, maybe it is) it's just that I can't figure out how to fit exercise into my life.
So this morning I got up at 5:30 (set the alarm for 5 but that obviously wasn't happening) and went to look outside. I thought, "maybe, I'll go take a walk" Well, besides the fact that it was 22 degrees outside...it was PITCH BLACK out there! I don't know what I was expecting at 5:30 but it suddenly occurred to me that I live on a street with no street lights. OK, so that obviously wasn't happening.
On to Plan B.
I put on a 35 minute Pilates video from my on demand TV service and did that instead. It didn't have the same exhilarating feeling as going out for a walk in 22 degree weather but at least I did it. And I'm damned proud of myself for that.
Tomorrow I'm going to do it again. (and because I've said it here, it has to be true).