Today did not go as planned.
In fact, I spent all day knowing it was Tuesday but behaving as though it was Monday.
I’d kind of like to stand outside and scream, just once. I’m pretty sure my neighbors would be concerned and then I’d have to assure them that I was indeed screaming like I was being murdered but it was really because I felt monumentally stupid.
I woke up, went to work, came home for lunch and then “because it was Monday” my time was short and I needed to get back to work fast so I didn’t have time to work out yet. I ate quick and hopped in the car back to work.
NO ONE ELSE WAS THERE. Cause it was Tuesday. TUESDAY. Wasted time and lost opportunity to work out when I was fully awake and mostly (except for the critters) unencumbered.
Left work and went back home with out enough time to do the whole workout so why start?
Back to work, done at 4. Daughter and friend off to dance/gym, son to fencing. Pick up daughter and friend, take them home, it’s suddenly 7:30.
The workout I was counting on and looking forward too all day, a weight lifting cardio class, was happening at 8. Get the kids started on homework and get dressed to go. Out the door and back in the car to class.
I stood outside the door wondering what was going on for 5 minutes before it finally occurred to me that it was Tuesday and my class was on MONDAY.
It’s now 8:30 and I go back home in defeat.
All I can think of doing is eating my favorite food, nachos, and sitting in front of the tv.
I start to cook the food and could not do it. As the meat thawed, I did my stair squats.
I grumbled so much that the dogs ran for cover.
After I added the spices and salsa (cause I cook it all together so the flavor saturated the meat) I did 40 dips stirring between sets.
I turned down the heat and planked,
FOR A FULL MINUTE!
9:00 I ate dinner, I compromised and had a taco salad. Without the chips and cheese. Fed the kids
Dogs crept under the table and cozied up to me. They got their loves cause who can resist big puppy eyes??
Did I do abs or the treadclimber? No. I helped carry a queen sized mattress up two flights of stairs.
9:45 kids in bed, write down this fiasco of a day quick for you so you know I’m trying but sometimes trying looks like falling on my slightly more perky behind and accept that this is a windshield/bug kind of day. (Dire Straits- Sometimes you’re the windshield Sometimes you’re the bug.)￼
Today is done, today was less than fun but thank my lucky stars, tomorrow is another one!