All I can say about today is that I am thrilled that work was cancelled, because it turned into a full on zoo. Thursday is the biggest day on my workout schedule, I do a 6-8 mile run, then meet my friend Melissa for a walk/run, I get in a trainer ride (either while Ivan is napping or after I put Ivan to sleep for the night), and get in a yoga session somewhere. It is a zoo right? Anyway, this is how it went:
- Up early to get in my fast 6 mile run
- Got in the run all in good time
- Ran/walked with Melissa when I got home
- Loaded Ivan into the car to get to his checkup at pediatrician's office (of course running late)
- Call pediatrician's office to tell them we are running late
- Pediatrician's office did not record our appointment, so rescheduled
- Turned car around and headed back home (rather relieved actually)
- Made Ivan lunch and then did yoga with him crawling under my downward dog laughing wildly
- Put Ivan down for nap and got in a 45 minute bike ride on the trainer while watching Four Christmases . I smirked exactly twice.
- Hustled into the shower as fast as I could to take shower before Ivan woke up
- Dressed in clean gym clothes to take Ivan to Easter egg hunt
- Arrive at Easter egg hunt to find all the other mothers dressed in ADORABLE sundresses and felt like a cross between frumpy and slutty (is that possible? does that exist?)
- Gym clothes seemed appropriate to chase my child through a field while fending off the sticky sugar eggs he was spitting out. Why such cute sundresses?
- Let Ivan play on playground after Easter egg hunt. When it is time to leave he throws epic tantrum: hurling himself onto ground and screaming as I would if I were being murdered.
- Clean gym clothes are covered in footprints where I was kicked multiple time while trying to subdue Ivan. Also, many sticky Easter egg handprints. Was forced to dole out "consequences" in the car
- Make dinner at home and feed Ivan before he has a bath and is tossed into bed
- Currently sitting on couch deeply regretting the 2.5 hours I spent engaged in Easter egg/ playground debacle
- No more holidays until Ivan is 37, at which point we will call a truce and meet for drinks at New Year's
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