Sloth
“God Blessed Texas” by Little TexasSunday’s are made for sloth, I tell you. Sloth. The sun is shining – the second day in a row – and snowdrifts are melting. Muffin has been outside on at least three different occasions to play. Banana alternates between IMing on the computer and lazing about on the couch watching “The Breakfast Club”. The Boy has wandered around most of the day, working outside a little, reading his book a little and playing PS2 “Black” or something. I have gotten some work done, almost finished the laundry, and finally figured out a crochet stitch that stumped my mother-in-law. Once the afghan is done it is going to be beautiful – but it is going to take a long time at the rate I am going.
“Lose Control” by Missy Elliot and Fat Man Scoop
Back to work and school tomorrow, finally, for everyone. Snow days have about driving me to the brink. I am not checking the weather at all. Not even a peek – I cannot bring myself to think about another snowstorm. If it happens, it happens and there is not a damn thing I can do about it. Sometimes acting the part of an ostrich with its head buried in the sand is not such a bad way to live certain aspects of life. Denial is lovely this time of year, I hear.
“Amazing” by Aerosmith
I am packing a bag and going to the gym tomorrow, sloth and denial be damned. Don’t look at me like that – and don’t you dare laugh. I am going to do it. I have to – although I am not sure when I’m going to fit it in. Why? The Boy finally managed to attach the mirror to the dresser I have in our room and I caught sight of my headless naked reflection. Good Damn God. I knew my body was out of shape – I always turn a bit gelatinous over the winter – but…eww. This is as bad as I have EVER been, pregnancy notwithstanding, and the thought of sleeveless shirts, shorts and “above the knee” dresses are making me nauseous.
“The Beaches of Cheyenne” by Garth Brooks
1 Comments:
Your Sunday sounds like our Sunday. It's when we watch out Netflix movie, eat convenience foods out of a bag, and wear sweats.
And Go You! To the gym! w00t! There is nothing like catching site of your own body in all it's glory to spur one to action. Sweat a little for me, ok?
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