Saef, very good scale news! It sounds like you have clambered to the top of the chaos pile for a while - build a fortified observation platform and have a comfy chair delivered.

Maybe the metaphor that is the scale is reflecting your victories in other areas?
There's pie left at our house - pecan and apple, I think. DH will inhale it before the end of the week. My danger zone is the abundance of leftover bagel chips and tortilla chips; they're gradually getting burned up in lunches and such ... but I really have to be vigilant around all of those open bags.
I didn't swim on Monday. I somehow have been volunteered to help with the choir uniform fittings, and this task is so totally unsuited to my strengths and preferences that I have been too exhausted to move by the time I get home. We've completed the blazer/slacks/ties outfit, and have moved on to the vestments. Seriously, getting a bunch of little dudes (and even some of the older ones) to stand still and/or do several trying-ons of cassock/cotta combinations ... oh, my head. And we think women's sizes make no sense? These vestments come from Europe and have a weird chest/height letter designation. What fits in a cossack may not fit in a cotta, and I think only one or two kids out of about 30 didn't change size from last year. Owowowowow. Put that on top of having to work with the inventory, which has typically had some alterations to bring it into line with the very strict dress code. I'm hoping between tonight and next Monday, we can get everyone covered and I can go back to happily listening to the practices.
