Another Monday in May

Monday. Again.

It was a long restless night with our home alarm beeping in our bedroom every hour and my husband having to get up a reset it each time. It needs a new battery or something we were not capable of dealing with at 1AM, 2AM, 3AM and on and on. Imagine how exhausted I was when I went to the gym at 5AM. I'm almost glad my husband is going out of town tomorrow so I have an excuse to "sleep in". It did not help that a giant 4 year old wedged himself between us around 3AM. My boys are both so big now and I am so blind, that I can't tell which one it is in the middle of the night until I make them talk to me. Hubby and I were both groggily saying "get down and go back to bed" hoping for just once he would go back to bed by himself. I was saying "there isn't enough room" (we only have a Queen) and he got right in the middle and said "yes there is!"

I went to my office to pick up some stuff this morning. I usually only do that on the weekends when no one is there. I saw lots of people I haven't seen in 6 months so they wanted to talk to me and I talked back so it wasn't a productive trip. I brought everything home to work on here. Of course, I am procrastinating until tomorrow.

My friend had a work emergency so I kept her kids for her this afternoon. I tried to entertain 5 kids and that was a challenge with my tired self. I finally gave in towards the later part of the afternoon and pulled one of my husbands tricks of putting on a cartoon. That was my babysitter for 30 minutes while I passed out on the couch. I was only semi-unconscious when I heard one of the little boys say "hey, she is asleep." I jumped up and said "no, I am watching you!" There is no telling what they were preparing to do thinking I was out cold. They are sneaky. They climbed up my magnolia tree, picked a huge white flower, ran around the house to the front door, rang the doorbell and hid so I would find a big flower on the front doorstep.

The Big Guy had a great time as it was a buddy in his class that loves Star Wars as much as he does. He confided in me this past weekend that the two of them were sent to Outer Mongolia (Time Out). They spent too much time in the bathroom talking about Star Wars and got in trouble. The teacher told them they talked about Star Wars too much. With a smile on his face, he told me that the next day they "didn't get catched" because they rushed through their snack so they could run off to the bathroom early and talk about Star Wars. They got out in time and the teacher was none the wiser.

We had a feast of chicken for dinner because my friend with the kids brought us take out, we got the Big Guy off to baseball, Baby Girl in bed, and I went to play a tennis match at 8PM that lasted almost 3 hours. Thank goodness we won. We came from behind and were really happy with ourselves despite being candidates for a blooper reel. I am a zombie now. I am going to bed and hopefully will not have to sleep through loud beeps from our alarm.

Monday Night Update without Uma

I'm off to bed and thought I better just clear the air on my blog. I don't want to ever lie or misrepresent myself. You know I like to keep it real. Although, I did think of starting a completely fictional blog because it would be so much more interesting if I could make up some stuff. Anyway, I have never before in my life woken early to exercise. I sleep until the absolute last minute always. I reset my alarm clock over and over every morning as I think of steps in my routine I can skip (i.e. shower) in order to make it on time. My Hubby and I worked together 11 years ago before we were married and we would go to work at 7 am so we could leave at 4 pm to work out. That is the closest thing I can count to being crazy and you have to remember that we were courting and probably had some new lease on life or something. Speaking of misrepresentation, isn't that what dating is all about? Neither one of us have voluntarily gotten up early since we have been married.

I have finally come close to that age where you don't care too much about what you look like when you go out. I haven't gone out with pink rollers in my hair yet, but I'm sure I looked equally as scary this morning. I did put concealer under my eyes so no one would mistake me for the walking dead. Waking up early makes me sick to my stomach and always has. I didn't eat anything and felt like I could throw up pretty much the whole time I was there. I have felt bad all day and took a nap this afternoon. All in all I think it was not a smart move on my part because I had not slept enough. I was able to run some errands this morning while the boys were in school instead of working out, however, I wasn't any more productive than usual. I only did it because I am on the team and we made each other do it. I would never be a no-show to someone that was waiting on me so that is the real reason I did it.

On a totally different note, I watched the end of The Bachelor tonight. I haven't watched that show in many seasons and if I have ever come across it, I like to go on and on about the problem with it and why it will never work, she is crazy and he is a dufus, etc. So, I was half paying attention while I paid bills, filled out school forms and got ready for tomorrow (so I can sleep late). I did stop and watch the end and I hate to admit this, but I felt a little teary when he proposed. Am I so weak from this morning that I have totally gone soft? Of course, it will never work out. I give it less than a year. Maybe I am glad the producers finally have a good ending so they can pretend like it will work out. She was a total actress.

I need to send an email to Uma before I go to bed. I need to somehow think of something positive to say as a reply to her email that told me I was in the poor body fat percentage range. Somehow, "Thank you for telling me that!" does not seem appropriate.

Monday with Uma

It is Monday again. We all need a hug.

I went to a class at the gym this morning at 5:30 AM. AM! It was torture and I thought I would throw up the whole time I was there. Just getting up early is enough to make me sick. The trainer that led the class was the nice Uma-Thurman-ish girl that I used to like. I'm not so sure anymore after she sent me an email with my body fat percentage. The class was in a big theater room which allowed me to catch up on the latest Hip Hop Videos. That was an education of sorts. I was glad to see Enrique before I left.

It is now 7:30 AM and I am fully dressed and ready to go while everyone else in the house is still asleep (the boys went to bed late). If they don't get up soon, I may take a nap myself. I better take this opportunity to get the laundry going. It is bad when your absent-minded six year old asks you the night before to make sure he has some socks to wear the next day. I was glad I could say "they are in the dryer now" so I didn't seem quite so much like a slacker.