Monday: Swim and Gilad

You know, I would love to wax poetic about my great distaste for daylight savings time.  Last night, Young Sloan was wailing until all hours as his circadian rhythms still really prefer his old bedtime.  He was wailing again at what I considered a VERY inappropriate dark-thirty this morning, and then he overslept MASSIVELY, which put him in a VERY foul mood about then leaving the house to hit the gym.   Now, because our typical alarm clock overslept, we older Sloans also overslept, so we were helter skelter willy nilly about the house.  It was all bad coffee and "For the effing love, has anyone seen Young Sloan's shoes??!!"

By the time, we made it into the car for swim, we were running a full 15 minutes late, I had not even started on my smoothie, and the both of us were pretty half dressed.  It was all pajamas and bad hair.  Anyway, OF COURSE, when we pulled into traffic, there was honestly the worst Monday morning traffic misery I have ever seen.  I was PARKED for 45 minutes. I just sat there mutely drinking coffee while Sloan IV sang along with the radio.

When I finally waltzed into swim, we were ridiculously late, though Sloan the Younger was pretty perky to be there and seemed to really enjoy the nursery.  By the time I got on the pool deck and got in, I swam as much of the workout as I could.  There were some 100's, 400's and some kicking.  No idea how much I did not swim, and I don't really even want to know.

I got in a great Gilad session in the afternoon.  Then in a very enjoyable twist of organization, I listened to The Lincoln Lawyer on my iphone while I cleaned out the pantry.  It is just amazing what piles up in an American pantry over the course of half a year, and it is so pleasant to sort through when you are listening to good crime novel.