And it felt good! If I didn’t have to pee all the time, I could do a lot better. The twins amaze me. There’s no bathroom upstairs and they can head up there at 8:00 in the evening, spend all evening in their room, sleep all night and come downstairs 12 or 14 hours later and stroll into the kitchen looking for breakfast. Ahhhh…to have an 18 year old bladder. What I wouldn’t give.
Tonight is family meeting night. I’m going to put together a plan and they’re going to abide by it. First of all, we are not running a hotel here. Oldest DS has been living here since last June when he said he needed to stay a “month or so”. Youngest DS is here almost all the time because it’s a 15 mile drive from here to his house and he has to do it back and forth twice daily to see the kids. There’s also the issue of making sure he has an “alibi” all the time but that can’t go on forever. I don’t know what the answer is. DIL is totally unreliable about the days and times for visitation so the two youngest grandkids are in and out of here all the time. Last night, the other DIL dropped granddaughter, Holly, off as she went to work. Holly walked in and said, “Mommy has to go to work and Daddy’s watching me.” I woke up this morning and found her asleep on the couch in the living room. Feels like Hotel California around here. And I don’t even want to try to discuss the buffet. All day long, non-stop consumption. DH and I should be feeding ourselves but our kitchen is serving non stop all day long. In fact, oldest DS just put a pizza in the oven and there’s half a pizza sitting on the counter that someone must have fixed after I went to bed. Yep, change has gotta come. I think I’m also going to keep track of all the phone calls today. It’s crazy. I bet we get thirty or forty phone calls on a daily basis and only two or three are actually for DH and I. Should be an interesting meeting.
On other topics, it’s time for me to take care of myself again. I was reading a post yesterday (Firefly?) and it brought home the importance of having a plan. I had a plan for a long time but then I just kind of decided to “eat healthy and exercise” and I lost the specifics. Eating healthy and exercising would be fine if I did it but I’m not holding myself accountable for specifics and I’m not doing what I need to be doing. All the chaos in our lives is a major part of the problem but I’m going to come up with a plan and stick to it. I’ve got a half dozen people running around here fixing all kinds of crap all the time and it just seems easier to eat what’s there instead of trying to fix an entire meal for myself. That’s got to stop. In fact, I hate goulash but DH fixed it Thursday night so I ate it. Because it was there. I wanted to fix a good dinner last night but I came home and DH said, “I got frozen DiGiorno’s pizzas for dinner.” I don’t like frozen pizza, it gives me indigestion, and it’s totally unhealthy. But I ate it. Actually, I only ate a couple of slices and each bite was gross. Youngest DS came in a little later with some chicken wings and I ate about five of them to fill the void. He also brought me a “treat”. A half gallon of blackberry, chocolate chunk ice cream. I ate some of that, too.
It’s gotta stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop. STOP!