Sunday: Took two separate vehicles to church. Afterwards, Ben left with the kids for Angola to visit his family, while I stayed behind to head in to the office and get some work wrapped up since I was to be out of the office for three full days this week. Brought my gym bag, fully intending to get a work-out in once I got my work done. Didn't happen.... I worked from noon until 3:37 when I finally looked at the clock and realized I was supposed to be back at home around 4ish if I wanted to catch a movie with the gals. Made it home at 3:58, just in time for a friend to pick me up to meet the girls for a 4:30 showing of Couples Retreat. Enjoyed the movie and some DQ quesadillas after (what??!? Dairy Queen makes quesadillas?!?? Why, yes they do, and aside from the smothering in olives, they are quite tasty.) Thankful I had that outing as it was certainly a stress release for the upcoming week.
Monday night: Home from work, am now faced with having to be out of the office for three full days in Indianapolis. Two days of ri-dic-u-lous classes and one client meeting. Am not prepared for client meeting but don't have any more time to get things ready so head back into the office Monday evening to square things away as much as possible. Get back home just before eight, load the two young'uns into the car (Travis stayed home with Ben so as not to miss school), and made the three hour trek to my dad's house. Collapsed into bed. No workout today.
Tuesday: First day of worthless classes. Had to leave class for about 20 minutes to fix a problem back at the office but didn't miss anything. I could have taught this class. In my sleep. And by sleep I mean in a coma. Tuesday night went to Mongolian barbecue for dinner with a friend from BSU that was suffering thru this class with me, and his friend and co-worker. Ate cheesecake. I love cheesecake. Also, no workout.
Wednesday: Second and final day of worthless classes. Left a scathing review on the course evaluation because I've now sat through five of these mind-numbing, shoot-myself-in-the-head, I'd-rather-be-pouring-acid-in-my-nasal-cavities classes and feel like someone has to pay for this near torture. But, I'm fairly certain I passed (read: if I didn't pass I'll need to consider fleeing the country out of humiliation) and now have some letters after my name that should supposedly make people feel more confident in my ability to assess risk for public schools. Now, don't get my wrong, I'm good at that...but no thanks to these courses.
Wednesday night went to go visit some old high school friends with Noah and Sophie. Had a nice dinner and dessert (apple pie) and catching up, then back home to fall asleep on my dad's couch at 9:30. And, no workout.
Thursday: Head to downtown Indy for my client meeting in the morning. Meeting goes fairly well. Meeting ends just before noon, call up a friend that works downtown on the circle and we meet for a nice lunch. Then back to dad's house to pick up the kids for the long drive home. Eat some KFC on the way home. And (you guessed it), no workout. Thursday night got into a fight with Ben because I'm too stressed and totally taking it out on him. Sorry, Ben.
Friday: dragged my sorry behind out of bed at 5:30 a.m. against my better judgment (and by that I mean that very convincing and hypnotizing voice in the back of my head that says "c'mon...just stay in bed...what's the point? So you miss one more workout....this week is a waste anyway, no need to pretend you can redeem yourself today...." and do indeed fit in a workout and actually a fairly good one. Being out for three days this week did indeed mean my desk was a mess today, but somehow I still was not as productive as I intended.
So, this weekend, our camping trip has been re-designed to just a hanging-out-with-Friends trip, since weather does not look to be cooperative. It should be enjoyable. But, I probably won't get in a workout.
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