I managed to find the time to sit down last night (for a little while) and enjoy a bonfire (smores are mandatory in such a situation) with the girl child.  I realized that I needed to run back to the mall thanks to a sales clerk leaving one of the alarm sensors on a purchase from the night before, so that ate a bit of the earlier part of the evening.
 
As such I only worked out for about half of the time I wanted to.  You know, I will miss Niecey-poo when she's gone, but it will definitely be easier to workout more and eat better after she goes.  Fortunately, I have 3 more weeks in this bet to make my progress.