I recently scored some last minute tickets to the Texas Rangers baseball game courtesy of my Mom. She even offered to babysit while we went to the game. A date night?!
“I actually have four tickets,” She said, “Why don’t you take all four of them and invite some friends to go with you?”
When Rambo looks me up and down and says,
“I’ll give you a workout”
He is the only husband that means he will actually hand over a customized CrossFit exercise plan for me to do at the gym tomorrow.
Then he will describe every move and the correct form to use, followed by a detailed explanation of what he did at the gym that day and then I will fall asleep from boredom.
This is what happened when I stopped working out, started working from home and didn’t blog for months (I’m pretending you noticed).
I lost my damn mind.
And I gained twenty pounds.
And there are piles of laundry that my loved ones rummage through trying to find clean clothes to wear.
December came along and sucker punched me.
We’re all taking turns getting sick. Some of us are not waiting their turn and now of all of us are sick at the same time. Add to this a sniffly whining preschooler asking about a Christmas tree 45 times a day, every single day and I am just about done with this year.