Interrupted
My Life Thus Far
Lady Bugs and Bumble Bees
I think the incredible level of soreness my body is
currently experiencing has taken my mind off the fact that
I'm beyond exhausted. I packed too much into the day
(shopping in the morning, gym in the afternoon, work in
the evening), but I've got an impatient streak in me and
there was things I just really wanted to do.
We got our tax refund last night. It wasn't as big as it
usually is and I'm not sure why, but I think it might have
to do with taking the kids out of daycare. I cross-checked
our return using both H&R Block and Turbo Tax and it ended
up being the same thing, so I know I did it right.
Whatever. It's still a nice chunk of change and I'm happy
to have it :)
I decided that since I'm starting over at a new gym, I
deserve to get some new gym clothes. That and I don't
really have any of my old gym clothes anymore. Where they
went, I don't know. In a fit of pregnancy-induced hormonal
rage, I probably donated them all to Goodwill. I feel the
same way with my clothes as I do with my home. After about
18 months, it's time to start over. No one will ever be
able to accuse me of being out of style :) There are a few
things I've held onto, though. Some of Snookie's old
shirts and one nightgown that's so old, I've worn it in
the hospital after having all three of my babies. I got it
when I was 15 years old. It's completely threadbare,
tissue thin and you can hardly even tell it's covered in
lady bugs and bumble bees. It's got a lot of sentimental
value for me. When I'm sick or not feeling well, Snookie
always lays it out for me with a thick pair of socks and
my equally old and nasty grey sweatpants (they might as
well be a set, I always wear them together).
So, I went to Ross and pretty much bought them out of
black capri yoga pants (my fav to work out in). I bought
new sport bras at Lady Foot Locker (why we don't carry
sport bras year round, I'll never understand. I don't like
Sexy Sport that much anyway. I don't want to look sexy. I
want to NOT bounce around) and I bought every PINK t-shirt
we had in my size. I'm set :) I'm debating whether or not
I need to replace my cross-trainers. They still look nice
(because they rarely see the outside of a gym), but are
they still structurally sound? My feet are hurting, but I
don't know if that's because my Nike's need replacing or
because I had a crazy-busy 6 hour shift tonight.
My workout was great. Since I spent all morning shopping,
I was already a little tired by the time I got to the gym,
but I sucked it up and went for it! Just a little 30
minute workout on the high-incline treadmill. These one's
are great. They've got TV monitors on them, so I don't
have to watch CNN because majority rules and that's what
the Khaki's want to watch. There was something comforting
about being at the gym on base with other people
affiliated with the military, but I'm just as happy where
I am now. I've got what I wanted and more, in an
environment that's truly family-friendly which is what's
most important to me.
My new Puerto Rican friend has definitely taken me under
his tutelage. I think he's trying to kill me, but I
appreciate the help and it can only get me into that much
better shape. Sometimes getting an external push is
necessary. There are times when I don't work myself as
hard as I know I could or should and he apparently won't
let me do that. I tried to sneak out of the weight room
because I wanted to come home and get the house picked up
before I went to work, but he caught me at the door and
marched me back to the butt and ab machines. As much as
I'm trying to avoid men and pretend they don't exist,
Puerto Rican guy doesn't bother me. For one, he's old
enough to be my father (no offense to 50 year old men).
Secondly, I'm not the least bit attracted to him and
thirdly, I've learned my lesson. Enough said. I appreciate
his help and I like being pushed. I should probably learn
his name, though.
By the time I did get home, there was no way I was
cleaning. I barely had enough time to feed Keenan, shower,
dress and leave on time. That's what I get for shopping
instead of going to the gym bright and early. I managed to
get to work with 3 minutes to spare, but instead of
finally being able to slow down for a minute I was just as
wound up as I had been all day. It was insanely busy
tonight. It's Friday, people have gotten tax refunds. It
was wild. It didn't help that we were understaffed and
Tamara left early. By the end of the night Alicia and I
looked around the store, looked at each other and just
trudged off to our zones. There was no way we were getting
out of there by 10pm and we didn't.
It's after midnight and all I want to do is sleep. I'm
going to push all the shopping bags off my bed and pass
out. I still haven't decided what the plan is for my day
tomorrow, but I'll deal with tomorrow when it gets here.
Oh wait, it is here. You know what I mean... Ciao.
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