Gained and lost, and all in the space of a week.

I'm cranky this weekend. I am taking it out on everyone, so readers beware: I do not mean to attack you, and I don't even know you, but I am cranky. It started on Friday, with the arrival of my close, dear, Aunt Flow. Somehow I managed to soak through both my tampon and my panty-liner, and by the time I got back from working out at the gym, there was a BEAUTIFUL red spot on the bum of my sweats. Guess what from?

It was continued by the perceived slight I received from my sister-in-law, who just gave birth to a delicious baby boy. She is in the hospital and doing well, having visits from all her friends who attended her labor, but because of a complicated issue with the baby's father, the hospital has elected to not allow her visits from anyone who wasn't in the delivery room. That would include me, but somehow not her Aunt. I shouldn't take it personally, right? But all of her friends have held the baby, and they all get the title of Aunt Whomever, and I am sitting here, sad, because I haven't held the baby and I don't even know if I'll be bestowed with the Aunt title because apparently, I'm not really family. Still. After five years of being married, my in-laws still don't really count me when they take stock of the family.

My one pair of warm, cozy winter boots has a huge hole in the big toe on my right foot. Big enough that I can no longer pretend that it's okay to wear them, because I can see my sock when I put it on. But when I went to the mall for a new pair of boots, any boots I liked did not have my size in stock. Apparently I waited too long for my winter boots to break, since sandals are already gracing the shelves of stores in the mall.

D is sick, which means he hasn't been much help this weekend ... I wanted to achieve three things: finish two papers and wash, fold, and put away all of our laundry. As of right now, I have achieved: wash all the laundry. That's it. Because I'm chasing after two kids, one of whom decided that when we got to the gym yesterday she wanted to see what happened if she squeezed her Dunkin Donuts hot chocolate between her legs -- we drove home to change her clothes and covered her car seat with a grocery bag.

I'm so over it. Everything. One of the papers that I have to do is so vague that I don't even know where to start; the other paper I have to do is so involved and boring that I don't WANT to start. I can't even begin my extra credit Calculus project; I just have no idea where to begin, so I guess I won't be turning it in on Tuesday after all.

Last Sunday when I weighed in I gained 5lbs. FIVE. Gained. I almost gave in then but the muffin top over my jeans shamed me. I returned to Weight Watchers, tracking the points of everything I ate, and this week I am down 6 pounds, which WW tells me is unhealthy because weight loss is supposed to be about 2lbs a week ... does that count water retention from last week? Because I was PMSing and everything.

My final whine? D seems to have lost my iPod. I might kill him. I bring that thing everywhere, I use it for everything. I keep track of my points for WW, I have several playlists for while working out, I keep my calendar and all appointments on it, and of course the email/games/etc that most people have on their awesome iPods now. I am so upset. How do I avoid killing him, at this moment? Possibly by injecting enough coffee into my bloodstream that it forces me to be upbeat. We'll see if that works.

Back to the gym tomorrow; my personal trainer wrote down all the exercises we've gone over so far, so that I might actually be able to replicate the workout on my own. Wish me luck, because obviously I need a heap of it. Thanks.