Too much to chew

I believe I bit off more than I can chew this week.

I’d planned for this week, as you’ll remember from my meal planning post. I knew that it would be crazy busy. But I thought I could handle it all plus cooking dinner for the family. And for the first couple of days I could.

Sunday was our softball game, and I had the whole meal prepped before we got there. We lost miserably, but enjoyed one of my favorite dinners of late, the miso cod and Japanese salad.

Monday was another easy day. The game ended up being just practice, but that still meant I had to leave work in Santa Rosa early so I could rush to Petaluma and drive Taz back to Santa Rosa to the field. I grabbed a few things from the grocery store while he practiced, then picked him up and brought him home afterwards. One practice cost me 60 miles in commute. Oy. The meal that night was Shrimp Louie, and I totally second guessed myself on whether the amount of food was enough for the iron stomachs in my house. So I added a plate of leftover BBQ chicken and a twice baked potato on the side. As it was, no one touched the chicken, but the potatoes were much appreciated.

After dinner, the teens and I even conquered a little Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred. Frizz wondered if that was all there was to it. DQ and I tried to reattach our worn out limbs. Truthfully, I noticed a difference in my stamina since I’ve been running regularly. But I was definitely noticing my muscles more – especially when I went to climb the stairs. Jello city!

Of course, when I went to sit down, Mr W lovingly reminded me that I’d planned on prepping dinner for the next night. Ugh. So I dragged my ass off the couch and went to prep the gnocchi eggplant casserole. Omg. It was heavenly to taste. I even set aside one that wasn’t smothered in cheese. And then I mopped the floor since I ran out of time on Sunday.

Tuesday was the Taz’ game which meant 60 more miles of commute after leaving work early again. (Granted, I was making up these early leavings by skipping my lunch and showing up early in the morning. But it still doesn’t make me feel any less like a slacker.) I rushed Taz to the game where his team annihilated the other, and then made it back home to eat by 8. I then prepped the next night’s meal of tortellini soup.

That looked like caca.

Oh man, this one did not look good or smell good. I was really worried about it. But what was I going to do? I finished making it and stuck it in the fridge for Wednesday. I went for a short run since my legs were a little sore from the Jillian Michaels DVD, but still needed to burn a few calories. And then all 5 of us sat down for some mandatory wedding cupcake tasting at 10pm to help me add those calories (and then some) back in.

I know. Life’s rough.

Wednesday I could barely move. It seems that Jillian Michaels conquered me. I re-found out last minute that DQ had a camp get-together that afternoon that I completely forgot about, plus she needed to bring a snack, plus she was spending the night at a friend’s house. Oops. Another early trip home, a trip to the store for chips and dip, and then back home where I had an hour to kill before I had my hair appt. I pulled out the soup and saw it was kind of chowdery, so I added some more chicken broth. The smell coming from the soup was quite delicious, a far cry from the detestable soup I was witnessing the night before. I whipped up some biscuits and left them wrapped in a towel in the still-warm oven so that Mr W would have dinner all ready when he came home, and then fixed myself a bowl. O. M. G. This one totally took me by surprise. The Taz so could not eat enough of it. Mr W, on the other hand, didn’t like it very much. Too bad.

It was about 10 pm that night when DQ texted me, informing me that she needed a ride home from her friend’s house the next day. I had my whole day mapped out to a tee. I was already leaving work early again for Taz’ counseling in Petaluma. And I’d already told DQ that she could stay with her friend IF she had a ride home. This threw a wrench in the whole system. We finally figured it out through all sorts of acrobats in scheduling and all is well with the world.

I’ll move Heaven and Earth back tomorrow.

Today is Thursday, and I’m exhausted. I’m at the finish line of the week, and I’m struggling to find the motivation to not bury my head under a pillow and hide.

One more day. That’s all. One more day to go.

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