Good news first or bad news first? Let's be optimistic... good news first.
Good: I hit my 20lb mark! I lost 2.8 this week, so I've lost 20.6 on Weight Watchers so far. That felt good.
Now for the bad: I had to take my children with me to the meeting, because my husband had a training date with his friend. They ride their bikes 22 miles on Fridays because DH is training for a triathlon (which is a week from tomorrow). And I can't go to the mtg tomorrow morning because we are helping my sister move to a new house. So I had to go today. I took them to the donut shop beforehand and let them choose any donut they wanted (they all chose chocolate with sprinkles, go figure). I packed napkins and paper plates and lidded cups of milk for them. I figured that would buy me at least 10 minutes of quiet during the meeting.
Well... it was horrendous. They inhaled their donuts in about fourteen seconds. Actually, they nibbled the icing and announced they were "done." Then I went around the corner to the bathroom to get a napkin and my youngest (2) started bawling (loudly) because I was out of her sight for five seconds. Then they wanted to color, so I gave them notebooks and markers, but the oldest (six) and youngest were fighting over the markers. One threw them at the other, and the other threw them on the floor, knocking over her sippy cup and spilling milk all over the carpet. Of course they were being extremely loud this entire time and people kept having to ask the leader to repeat her questions because no one could hear. It felt like everyone was just staring at me and no one was offering to help me at all. I was trying to wipe up the milk and pack up our stuff so we could get the heck out of there, when the leader comes up to me and says, "You can go out in the lobby if you want, I'll talk loud enough so you can hear." Which obviously is her way of saying, "Get those screaming nasty kids the heck out of here so we can have our meeting!" I just said, "That's okay, we're leaving," all the while trying desperately not to burst into tears. I was totally humiliated. I got them into the van and buckled in, then I just broke into tears. I cried all the way home. I was so embarrassed about the mess we made and how loud they were, and so disappointed because, darn it, I WANTED THAT 5 LB STICKER AND SOME APPLAUSE! And I didn't get it.
I feel like I can't even go back there. I probably will... but at this point, I feel so horrible about it.







!! That is awesome! 