Not too bad staying home

Mollie survived her trip to the big city, and surprisingly, I did too.  There was one hitch – she was sick her first night there, throwing up several times and wasn’t able to go out anywhere that first full day.  I was in touch by phone with both kids. Mollie was impressed by just how sweet her brother could be and how well he took care of her, and he was amazed by how much she slept, telling me, “I think she slept more than the cats today.”

Between Mollie sleeping to allow her body to heal, and me calling on some friends out here for some quick prayers and healing energy she was able to go out and really enjoy the next day.  They went to the Met, one of LJ favorite small parks, Central park and a few other sights.  She got to meet with some of LJ friends whom she has always adored in a hero-worship way and she was delighted when they treated her as a grown up and not at LJ’s little sister.

She navigated the train system back to the airport alone – with good instructions from her brother. And my favorite part was seeing her pop out of the airport and into the car when we went to pick her up.  She looked so beautiful and confident and worldly!  I’ve so proud of my kids!

Meanwhile, back here on the home front.  I was supposed to be losing weight this week, in spite of stress eating over Mollie and work driving me crazy.  I may give up on weight loss and just work on growing 6 or 7 inches.  But anyway, I got home from school on Wednesday, hoping to make it to my chair before the nap that had been stalking me for hours took over.  I was planning on doing one of my workout DVDs later, I told Nick, once I got good and woke up.  About a half hour later Nick came out of the bedroom holding the paddle he made me. He had decided it was time to help me wake up.  And boy he did, I was most definitely awake! That paddle is formidable.  I did my workout with a stinging bottom – make it much more fun.  And to top it off Nick offered a post workout massage, which led to even better activities.

Unfortunately it’s wasn’t enough and I was up almost a pound this week on the scales.  I have good friends trying to lose right along with me.  One emailed me saying we both deserved a spanking.  I read the email to Nick and for better or worse he agreed and I got spanked right before going out to eat with friends – to a restaurant having hard wood chairs I might add.

I’ll try again this week, but obstacles seem to pop up out of nowhere.  Out with friends Friday night, Mollie making chicken and dumpling Saturday night and of course my MIL’s fantastic spread on Sunday. So if I gain I think Mollie and my MIL should get the spanking – right?