If I Could Pick a Super Power
I feel like it has been a long time since I have posted anything and I am excited to steal a few minutes away to write again. Truthfully, I have been pretty busy trying to keep up with all my New Year's Resolutions:
- Cook more and eat out less
- Spend less (which is basically accomplished by the first step)
- Workout more (of course the bar is pretty low here, any working out = more)
- Get the kids physical activity
- Keep up on the housework (insert new chores program here: so far, so good)
I can't say that things are going perfectly but they are definitely a work in progress. We joined Town & Country and Alex & Anna have been enjoying their Kidz Fit program. My goal is to get them there 3 times a week. I hit the elliptical trainer while they are in the class and I attended my first muscle/cardio/torture class last Saturday. It was Tuesday before I felt back to normal after getting my ass kicked (actually "kicked" doesn't do it justice) by Jill. I wish she taught more classes, but Saturday morning is her only one. I plan to go back for my next beating this weekend.
For some reason the other day when I was thinking about what to write should I get the chance, I randomly starting thinking about The Incredibles. I began thinking what a waste the mom's super power was.
Stretch-ability? Who needs that?
Sure she did a few cool things to protect her family and I suppose I could stretch a few inches taller on a regular basis, but I would pick a way better power than stretching. If I was stuck with stretching, I'd rather have the power to stretch time than my body. Sometimes I forget I don't have this skill. When I get a few free hours, it's like the saying, "my eyes are bigger than my stomach." I get delusional of the amount I can do in the the time I have. Yesterday was a perfect example.
I left work at 1:40 to pick up the kids from school making it home by 2:10-ish. I had Girls' Night out and had planned to leave by 5:00 giving me just under 3 hours to get stuff done. I needed to:
- get the kids a snack
- help the kids with their homework
- cook dinner
- finish a few little things for work
- freshen up for Girls' Night Out
- get to the bank
- get to the Post Office
- get gas
I thought I may even have enough time to workout, shower and get ready to go out, but as you can imagine, that was wishful thinking. In reality:
- I got the kids home & let the dog out
- Made them hot chocolate
- Anna spilled her entire cup all over the table, floor and her cousin
- I cleaned hot chocolate off the table, the floor, found Joey an outfit to wear so I could scrub her clothes and throw them in the wash, hoping to get them finished before her mom came to pick her up
- Put away the hot chocolate mess, wiped the counters, etc...
- Completed my work: estimates and emails
- Checked my personal email
- Made the kids tacos for dinner and cooked a chicken/pasta dish for Pete and for lunches
- Helped Alex with his homework
- Discovered Anna was no where near where she needed to be with hers
- Fed Ella
- Left the house without so much as looking in the mirror 20 minutes later than I had originally planned.
Perhaps one of these days I will learn that I can't stretch time but for now I will keep trying.