You guys, it's Thursday. I've hit that point in the week where I don't care much for anything except for how fast tomorrow will come and when do I get to put my kids to bed? In spite of my own personal resignations I've managed to stay pretty on top of things this week. Exercised every day? Check. Edible meals on the table? No extraneous spending? Double check. Children fed and cared for? Check Check. Daily shower before noon? Miracle check. Nap schedule enforced? Check. Work completed? Check. Measurable time spent NOT wearing sweatpants. When has this happened in the last 12 months, check.
I mean really, it looks like I have things under control, and I suppose I do friends. But man, sometimes control can turn into a snoozefest, especially when the weather has been all menopausal lately. Case in point, I took the boys out for a quick yog on Monday, thinking the snow wasn't supposed to hit until later. I was mistaken and was soon penitent for my colossal misjudgment as I sprinted 2 miles home in the sideways blowing precipitation. We finally made it home and after a few minutes passed in which I contemplated throwing up, because guys, sprinting 2 miles at panic-speed is a lot different than casually jog/walking them let me tell you what, my eyes un-crossed and I took a hot shower to warm up. The children? They were fine. Fortunately I had remembered to dress them warmly, pad them with blankets, and even one for the top. They were tented in. I even clothes pinned the top one on because I am not so serious about the yogging to have invested in a rain cover or anything smart like that. Why am I even telling you this story? Oh yes, to demonstrate how desperate we can get for a change of scenery. Enough so that we're willing to play chicken with some storm clouds. Obviously that was one gamble that did not pay off for me. Neither did that one time I hit the garage with my mom's van when I totes thought I had it cleared. Nope. No dice. A career in Vegas likely will likely remain out of reach.
Thankfully, the sun came out today for a bit. The park was nice. The boys took naps. I put off my work until later and watched "Castle"on the DVR, then decided to write out this bit of nothing as well. Oh, and then I took some pictures of myself on photobooth because what else is there to do?
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| raise the roof |
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| I am very serious about this very serious and somewhat mournful |
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| you really could fit a couple of quarters up there and no, I've never tried |
Because I can.
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I so would have thrown up. I don't like to run and like running at breakneck speed even less. I love the photos, though. And the sunshine. Oh, and you.
If you had ringlets, your hair would look like a Hasidic Jew.
This is one of those times when I am tempted to tell you the high tomorrow here, but I won't be mean, cause I don't think you'd believe me. Since when you came, you brought the snow. I think it's you.
Crepes? When can we show up?
Way to go yogging in the blizzard. When is summer going to be here again?! And I have a list a mile long of things I want to bake/make/cook this weekend. YUM!!!!
hahahaha at kristina. it's totally true.
also, if it had started snowing while i was yogging i would have taken cover under the nearest available edifice with a roof and prayed for sun. because there is no way i would have run two miles, nevermind in the middle of a blizzard.
of course, this is all hypothetical because i don't yog in the first place.
on a totally unrelated note, my husband knows both your brother and your husband. weird.
i wish you were visiting me. im making sketti on confrince sunday. miss you
I love your white teeth very much.
Yay for running. With boyz.
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