I overslept again this morning. I have my alarm set for 6:30 so that I can hit snooze a few times before I have to get up. This morning I apparently hit snooze a few too many times as I woke up at 7:30. Whenever that happens, I am amazed by how quickly my kids CAN move. Most days, they are half sleep-walking to get ready for school, but when I go into full-on Howler Monkey Mode, freaking out about how late we are and that we have about 15 minutes to get up, dress, eat, brush teeth and hair, find shoes, homework, backpacks, etc. they move like Kenyan sprinters. Today as I was racing through the neighborhood to get them to school on time, looking very much like that image of Cruella DeVil from 101 Dalmatians, I commented that if they would move like that every day we'd never be late. Bella shrugged and said "Well maybe you should get up on time, but tell us we're really late. We never look at the clock anyway." This would have been a great idea in August, but now there are exactly 6 days of school left.
I have not been myself lately. I used to oversleep a few times a month and lately it a few times a week. Yesterday Jackson asked for a bedtime story and I couldn't come up with anything. I tried. He just looked at me and wrinkled up his forehead and said "That not a vewy good stowey Momma." So I let him tell me a story. His story was awesome. It had dinosaurs, pirates, ghosts and giants. I am in a funk. I have zero motivation to do anything beyond make a few phone calls for the tornado donation drive and once I do a few of those, I feel like I'm done. I feel just sort of....blah.
Today was supposed to be my first day back to the gym since....4 weeks ago? Crap. No wonder the waistband on my jeans was hugging me a little too close the other day. Honestly, I do not understand how scientists haven't come up with a way to trick our bodies into thinking that we exercise and eat right without us actually having to do this. I usually try to eat a fairly balanced diet, go to the gym a few times a week, and limit the extra crap (like Coke and Rolos) to an occasional treat, but since my birthday, I have consumed more sugar and carbs than I usually do in 6 months. And now, much like an alcoholic trying to get back on the wagon, my body is craving more sugary goodness. It just seems to me that scientists need to get to work on developing zero calorie foods that actually taste good and a medication that will fool my body into thinking I just spent 2 hours at the gym while I took a nap. While they're at it, I wish they'd develop a dryer that would fold the clothes for me, a carpet that never needs vacuuming, and a self cleaning bathroom. Anyway, between blogging, Facebooking, collecting donations for tornado victims, and playing referee to the 4 minions, I doubt that I will make it to the gym today. Why can't eating chocolate burn a thousand calories? Or typing? Or yelling? Or procrastination? (Which is what I am doing now by writing this blog instead of getting up and cleaning something).