Plans, and how they break
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Two months ago, I said I was coming back. And I haven't been back since. I'm not sure if I really have an excuse. It's just been one of those summers. But I'm hoping that this will be an honest to goodness change.
Things are starting to even out here a bit. Teddy started kindergarten, so he's there five days a week. Peter's in PDO on Wednesdays and Fridays. It seems a bit easier to handle one child rather than two. And I'm getting back into the mental mindset of needing to clean. And the kind of cleaning I need to do around here does burn calories.
Plus, the weather's nicer. This summer was horrid. I didn't want to go out to walk because the heat was horrendous. Now the temperatures have lowered to the low 90s and I don't have to worry about heat stroke with every step. I still can't do much walking outdoors when I have Pete. That boy can't decide whether he's going to dawdle or run too far ahead, so I don't get anything close to an even pace. And trying to put him in a stroller is a recipe for a screaming fit. Because he's at an age when "I wanna walk". But I do have two days during the week, and possible times on the weekends (especially since religious education has started back up at church so I have the time that Rich and the boys are there to get things done.
So I'm recommitting myself again. Because one of these times, it has to take. It is something that I want... no, NEED.... to do for myself. And I'm going to beat my own sense of procrastination and do this. Starting now, as I get off the computer, fire up an audio book, and start cleaning the dining room. Then head up to my boys room to clean that. Because, while it may not be the same workout that I'd get doing a mile walk, it's something. And that's what is important in the long run.