Monday, Monday.

It was one of those weekends where I'm actually glad to be back at work.

Mr. Mister almost chocked at Cracker Barrel on bacon. Scary! But he looked super cute for church.

I was suppose to run 6 miles and only made it 3. And it sucked. Sucked bad. 

Hubs was out of town for a boys trip and Mr. Mister was a real pill all weekend. He is starting to through fits and scream and scream and scream. It's half pathetic and half maddening when he does it. 

Generally it starts out with fighting over a diaper change. He no longer sees the need to lay still for a diaper change and when I make him do so, bring on the sobbing and screaming. You'd think he was in pain the way he acts. But then something will catch his attention, like a toy left on the changing table and poof, he's fine. That little turkey. 

On Sunday morning he did this after he tried to 'emergency call' China.

We did go to Busch Gardens with some friends on Saturday and had a good time. I was super good stuck to low-carb options until the ride home and I cowed down on the passed along kettle corn that was intended to be for the hubs. He didn't see one kernel of that big-o-bag of kettle corn. 

And we went for a walk around the block Sunday evening to avoid more meltdowns in the house. He toddled around all by himself. And also wanted to walk in the middle of the street.

Today has been a real shit show on the eating front. I failed to plan, so planned to fail. It all started with a handful of candy corn as breakfast right before a 9 a.m. staff meeting and has just gone down hill from there. 

I went out at lunch time and after swinging by Taco Bell, oh what the hell, I went to the grocery store to get some stuff for lunches.  And ordered an ab roller. I'm bringing it and some stomach muscles back.