An Apple Today

This is today's reward. Today was emotionally stressful. Most are, if I'm honest with myself. 

It started this morning. I took baked French toast for my MOPS group. I haven't made it in a while, so I forgot how it looks when it's done. The recipe said to cook it for 30 minutes. I kept increasing it and then I panicked because it looked overdone. 

MOPS was a blast. I left to join some of the moms for a play date, except that I had no gas or cash (today is payday). So I had to go to the bank and gas station beforehand. 

I had fun at the play date, but in the back of my mind I was panicking because I was expecting a service person today. 

My oven door has been broken for several months. At random (usually inopportune times), the handle falls off and the door falls apart (like into pieces). It's been driving me nuts for a while. 

I finally called someone and they were coming out today between 1 and 5. Great. Except that I realized they were using my home number to confirm that I was home. 

We left Burger King for home. Now it's nap time, but I don't want to put Doug down for a nap if someone's going to be banging around. So we hang out for a bit. 

Now it's 2:30, I've not heard from anyone and I'm panicking that the appointment is going to interfere with Bekah's 530 dance class. This is, of course, a thought I should have entertained yesterday. 

So I called Sears to cancel. Sure, they said. Monday afternoon okay? Sure. Great. 

I go get Jeremy and we run to the gas station and the butcher. Then it's time to head home and get Bekah ready for dance class. Great. 

5 PM, Bekah's hair is in a pony, her dance clothes are on. Doug has a clean diaper, we are ready. 

And the doorbell rings. It's the service guy. He apparently never got the call. 

Nervously, I usher him in. The panic sets in pretty quickly. I text Brian, whom I know is not in a position to intervene and/or help. I then text a mom friend in a moment of genius. She is able to pick Bekah up (we're on the way to dance class for her). 

Sigh. I am at least not having to chase Doug around at dance class, yay. This mom is my hero. 

Alas, though, the play date meant I couldn't grocery shop until 7, when Brian got home. 

I am currently on a sweets hiatus. Really I've significantly pared back, so I didn't want to eat the leftover baked French toast (which is basically syrup, butter, eggs and bread). There was not anything else in the house to eat. 

Hence the picture. It has become a recent habit to grab a couple of bags M&Ms at the checkout. I am even more prone to do it when under stress. 

I was stressed tonight. To the max. But nothing changes if nothing changes, so tonight I texted my accountability partner and called my friend Cheryl. I took a few deep breaths. I bought my planned dessert for tomorrow, left it in the box and am now eating...

an apple. 

So tomorrow while I may be worn-out from the extra emotion of today, I won't be feeling guilty for having overindulged. 

Yay me.