We're leaving for Nearby Town tomorrow. The service is on Monday. We're taking PD1's kids with us because I was supposed to babysit on Saturday while PD1 and her partner go to a wedding. It's been incredibly stressful...trying to cram work in as I'll be missing two days, getting Smiley to the allergist yesterday and for blood tests today, packing to go away, rescheduling life stuff that was supposed to happen this weekend, etc.
It's weird...we are kind of looking forward to this...all of DB's siblings (5 of them) will be there. Most of their children (lots -- Irish Catholic family) will be there too...many with their own kids. Coming from a family with just me and my sister, this huge family thing is new and fun.
Food and exercise have been horrible this week. I've had beer almost every night. And I missed the gym on Tuesday because DB asked me to come home to be with him (which really meant a lot to me). But I did go tonight. And after this weekend (which I'm sure will also be bad -- and I can't figure out how I'm going to get any real exercise although there's a pool and I'll, with hope, take exercise equipment) I'll get back to it. I feel FAT and horrible. I'm terrified to get on the scale tomorrow, but I will. And I know it will be up. My body reacts to "not perfect" just too damn quickly. :-( But there are more important things that I have to focus on right now. I'm not proud of this, but I'm accepting that this is how it is.
There is so much to write this week...and no time...