Yesterday I was inspired to get some shtuff done and to hang with the kids. It was one of those days when my brain is all 'uh-huh girl, we'll get it all done' while my guts are all 'no freaking way but whatev, we'll play along'.
I started the day taking both kids on their bikes to the convenience store. This is a two mile ride that Warren and I had done previously, but were now taking Elaine for the first time. Why would I do this? 1 - because Elaine needed a turn. and 2 - because I needed some exercise and it was too nice to go to the gym. So off we went. I was pleasantly surprised that Elaine only whined once as we neared the store and once as we neared home. She was tired, but could you imagine being four and using your little legs to peddle training wheels for 2 miles, never mind the fact that your tires were way low on air until your mom filled them up at the gas station before heading home? Oh and I had to run several times to catch up. Me and running - we are not friends. There's way too much jiggling - my butt is a beat off of the rest of my body.
We returned home, took about a half hour break. I made lunch for the kids to eat on the porch while I mowed the lawn. That's right. You can already see this isn't a good idea, right? Well, I couldn't. I mowed the lawn (and accidentally ran over a frog which did not make it), scooped the poop and picked tomatoes and jalapeño peppers from our garden. (PS, my idea to grow the peppers, which I cannot even eat. Heartburn!)Back inside, I announce that it's house cleaning day. Yeah, that's right. Windex, furniture polish, scrubbing bubbles, Tilex, vaccumn, laundry - the works.
(Also, while I was doing all of this, my grampie was getting 98 radioactive seeds implanted into his prostate. I think he wins for hardest day. Hands down!)
Finally I showered and was about to collapse when I realized that we have no food in the house. So out to dinner we went.
This morning, my back is KILLING me. My feet hurt. And I'm sore all over. I'm going to schedule a massage for this evening and DO NOTHING today. Dude, getting older sucks. Like a hoover.