Well, what a day. I slept very little because Amelia, who's cutting those two teeth this week, was up a lot, then up for good around 5 am. When she was sleeping, I was having nightmares. Bad ones that I've had a few other nights recently, i think. They were very familiar. Like I know that I've had the exact same nightmares because I knew exactly what was coming next in them. Anyway, i was exhausted. Then did the xrays and bone scans (had a really fun, older, possibly gay guy get me set up and shot up with the radioactive stuff, then a really hot and funny and cool guy who did my scans later in the day) then had my dietician appointment. The dietician appointment went much better than I expected. In the last three weeks since i was there I've lost five pounds. And two pounds in the first three weeks, so I'm down seven pounds since the marathon. I get one more month, and then we'll do another body composition test and see where we are, then she'll probably make me go back to maintainance until after the next marathon.
then the realtor called and said that there was a request for a showing on the house tomorrow morning at 9:30. that's fine and dandy, but I have to get the house ready for it on my own, as chris is still gone to Washington. and i guess I have to leave the dogs in the house, downstairs in their kennels, and they'll bark like crazy when people come in..... oh well. So to make up for that I thought I'd be a little funny/goofy/salesy and i set the timer for the coffee pot to go off right before they arrive, set out mugs, a little dish of splenda, coffeemate, and a plate of home-made cookies...and a note that just says, "help yourself. Sorry about the barking"
And Chris and I really aren't talking since he screwed up the two loan payments and overdrew his account in the meantime. His 'forgetting' about his bike pmt, the ensuing late fee, the overdraft fee from paying that loan without knowing it would overdraw him..then the late fee on the car loan that he didn't pay after I took the money out (early) and he didn't drop off (I didn't know until the past due notice came in the mail yesterday).... between all of those things, we blew like a hundred bucks on fees due to his BS. And he has avoided me for two days, hardly calling me and the girls because he feels like a loser and knows he screwed up...and then said something about how "we will have to do something differently to make sure it doesn't happen again"..... ummm, no, YOU just have to drop the money at th bank when you say you are. Whatever. And then doesn't say anything about how I'm working my arse off here for work, the girls, and the house without. grr. Now i sort of wish he wasn't coming home for the weekend. How terrible is that?? (he leaves again right after the holiday weekend for another ten days)
okay. So sorry about that rant
i'm better now. Do not alert the authorities. I will not harm myself or others.
didn't bike today, just a slow walk to the park after work with Libby, Amelia, Ethan and Mommy Ethan (Libby's boyfriend and his mother, my friend Dani)