I’m on a mission to get myself into a workout routine, but life always seems to rear its ugly head and block me from my desire to sweat a little. So why should today be any different? I spent the whole afternoon running around doing errands and pretending to make a dent in my to-do list. All I wanted to do was head for a run/walk or gym! Why is it so hard to find an hour to myself?
Let me rewind a bit, this AM I’m at work all happy and productive. Thinking about what I’m going to do at the gym this evening once Hunk gets home and sets me free! Then I get the text. The text that says “I’m sick” It’s from the nanny, great the nanny is sick and either hunk or I now have to stay home which throws the rest of the day into chaos. So I voted Hunk to stay home, I was already at work so it seemed fair! Which in turn means that Hunk will have to stay late at work, not fair.
Long story short. I didn’t make it to the gym my extent of exercise included hauling laundry, cleaning up after kids and making a scrumptious dessert after dinner to make me feel better about not going to the gym. Probably not the best way to think but Tuesday is tomorrow and I’m feeling optimistic about my date with gym.
While making dinner this is what I found on the couch