Sometimes I hate the weekends. I know that I do it to myself to an extent because I feel that I have to take care of everyone else and then fit my needs in.
Ally had to to to meet a group to work on a school project. There were numerous phone calls and texts exchanged last evening making arrangements and setting the time. So she needed to be there at 11. Tom has gone out for a long bike ride and I am hanging around all morning, dressed for the gym. Then the time is changed to 11:30 because someone had to go to church. Ally is mad that I question why she didn't know last night she was going to church?
Finally it is almost time to go and she announces she needs $20. Well, I spent most my cash yesterday at the farmer's market. So now Tom is home so she goes to him for the money and he says he'll take her and get money on the way. And off they go.
So I have waited around all morning and now I am not even driving her. Geez. At that point I said forget it, I'm not going to the gym. I changed clothes and went out to work on a mosaic. It was colder than I thought, I went back in to change again and realized that I wasn't feeling enthusiastic about the mosaic and I should just make myself go to the gym.
So I did. I worked out pretty hard, too. I tried the elliptical machine again - only lasted 10 minutes. But I will keep trying.
No sooner was I home again than I had to go pick Ally up, the video camera they were using ran out of batteries. Planning is not the forte of this group.
1 comment:
I know this frustration so well. Being in my work out clothes all day long, never getting there. We're in a phase where all of my kids are suddenly going in a lot of different directions. Taxi cab mom means less time spent getting my own stuff done, including gym time.
I'm glad you got to the gym, despite the stop and start of your taxi responsibilities.
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