Friday, May 10, 2013
A short blog entry tonight because I have a lot of work to do. I don't want to take a night off from blogging though because I feel it is a small source of motivation for me, to accomplish something that day so I can write it down. I think all day about what I can write about that night, and it gives me that extra little nudge to get things done.
What a busy day! Brought my kids to their friend's house for a play date from 10-12, got them lunch in the car as we drove 30 minutes to my office so I can learn how to do something new from my boss and to get more work to do (I do bookkeeping/law research in the evenings once the girls go to bed). After an hour there, plus wrangling the kids all the while, I promised Leah some time at the playground. We stopped halfway on our trek home to play for 20 minutes, and this is where I got my only exercise today. I followed my 19 month old up and down the playground steps and around the play area to try every little bit of play equipment out, then chasing birds and bugs and flower petals falling from trees. I put the baby in the stroller and walked down the street to the post office to buy stamps and back to the car. Drove home, lifted the baby from her car seat, trying to retain her slumber and put her in her crib and sat down for a breather. Made dinner while holding a cranky baby. Did the dishes. Got the girls in PJs, brush teeth, read books, find lovey (in sleeping sister's room, thus waking her up and dealing with now energetic, playful baby who would only scream when I tried to leave). Try to get baby to fall back asleep, failed, let her cry, finished the book with my older one. Called my mom to see if I could bring the girls over for a visit tomorrow for mothers day. Turns out she was expecting a bit more pomp and circumstance surrounding this weekend, so had to organize a to-do with my siblings Sunday morning, thus negating any sleeping in I would have enjoyed for Mother's Day since we live an hour away from them. She forgets every year that I'm a mom too. My husband is upset because it was supposed to be my day. All I want is to not do the dishes and take a nap. Stressity stress stress stress. I am a slave to stress. It connects to me like the machine's tentacles did to Neo in The Matrix and takes over.
(After rereading this next part a few hours after I wrote it, I had to delete it. I hate whining and complaining, and thats what it felt like. Paragraph redacted.)
Anyhow, I didn't get a lot of exercise in, but I did get about 10 minutes all together. For a stressful day like today, I'm happy with it. Now, enough insubordination, time to get back to work!