{Amazing sunset courtesy of Edward & HIghland, Utah}
Because I’ve got the bottle open and I’m drinking from it like a fool {you know I’m speaking figuratively right? Because I’m Mormon and I don’t actually drink alcohol}.
Yesterday I went to the gym for the first time in almost three years, where I had a ‘physical assessment’ done. Consequently, I now know my body fat percentage, that I have bad posture and that today I cannot move my legs after doing a mere thirty squats. And P.S. it hurts to type.
Yesterday I reached the end of my never ending rope when it comes to arguing kids. Like I was read to walk out the door and just wash my hands of the people and the fighting. I don’t know of two siblings who fight as much as my two oldest. Or my two youngest. Take your pick.
Yesterday I squashed the two millionth ant to crawl across my kitchen counter this summer {oh yeah, it’s still summer}. Thank you rain for making them come inside. Through an electrical outlet right near my butter dish. Oh, did I mention I. Hate. Ants. But I love butter.
Yesterday I was putting on makeup at 4:30 in the afternoon so I’d look halfway decent when taking my kids to the dentist. A certain little redheaded freckle faced fellow commented that my jeans were skinny jeans. I told him they were not that particular style, to which he replied, “I meant they are meant for skinny people, but you’re a little chubby in them.” Thanks Bud. I needed that.
Yesterday I made a decent dinner. And then promptly had to leave to chauffer a kid to a sport and to help a friend get her car. All I wanted was some of the dinner to still be delicious for me when I got home. It was not. I ate my cold, undelicious dinner alone while listening to my kids fight. And you’d better believe I felt bothered by it.
Yesterday my husband and I did the whole ‘ships passing in the night’ thing. We waved and said two words to each other. I wish they’d been ‘love you’. It was my least favorite part of the day. Oh, except for the part where I got yelled at on the phone for no reason.
I’m so glad it’s today and not yesterday.
I am done whining and I feel much better now. Hiccup!
{I’m pretty sure this will do in lieu of my Friday “reality” post}.
7 comments:
I'll listen to you whine any day. I'd also listen to you yelling if it would make you feel better. Sometimes people just need a good friend on whom they can vent, don't take it personally. I guess coming at the end of a challenging day it was just the straw that broke the camels back.
That's a rough start to the week for sure.
Except for the gym which is the best part! Best because once you get that body moving it will give your patience more stamina for the rest of the stuff in your life.
There's got to be a creative solution to sibling bickering out there. Could you charge them per squabble and then have them spend the accumulated money on each other periodically?
Sorry to hear about your bad day yesterday, I hope today is a much more better day.
I absolutely agree with what Apis has said, going to the gym will help you feel much more better!
Also this reminds me that I need to go to the gym too, but I will not ask for my body fat percentage.
Life is like a crash course in trials. If you can make it through this, then your set for life. At least that's what I keep telling myself. Chin up, pip, pip and all that good stuff.
Is it bad that I died laughing through the entire post - like, out loud full guffaw because I've lived that day... multiple times.
If you ever need to call and whine, I'm all ears.
For about 25 years now I've known a couple siblings who were really close and they used to fight very vocally and dramatically (and fairly regularly... especially about this Honda Civic they shared at college) but they happen to be incredibly tight, loving and devoted friends. I think being really close just means you feel the ability to really express yourself!
I'm sorry to hear you had a rough day, but I have to say a little happy that these days don't only happen to me. Its much more enjoyable when the story come from someone else! For example, because I curled her hair, made her wear matching clothes, and forgot the crayons, my daughter yelled "I'm never going to love you again" and ran up to sit on the stand with her dad during church last Sunday. Everyone laughed except Brady, because I did not go retrieve her. See, these kind of days are better enjoyed when they are not your own. Stay smiley, because tomorrow can be better!
I feel for you because I saw myself in your day. At least you were motivated enough to go to a gym. I don't exercise and I steer very clear of my scales because I just don't want to know. I need to know though and more than that I need to do something about it. I just love to eat and I don't love exercise and that just doesn't work for me anymore! I wish you were here to go with me to the gym and make me do 30 squats! Sorry about all the other less than fun stuff in your day too. We've all had those days and it just feels good to talk about it sometimes!
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