Monday, Monday. It started so very early. I had made an appointment for Greg and me to meet with a personal trainer at six a.m. I, admittedly, was really looking forward to it. I also have alarm clock anxiety, I guess. So I was awake and ready long before Greg was. I had done my research and I was super interested. The trainer was this little, peppy lady, and I loved her! But Greg was down on the whole idea. We left the meeting and sat together in my car in the dark, drizzly morning to discuss things. Greg didn't want to do it. I started to cry, which was totally weird. I think I just had gotten excited about training together and getting into better shape and helping my poor back to feel better. Greg insisted that he would completely support me if I decided to sign up with the trainer. But I felt sort of deflated. After I wiped my tears, we said goodbye, and Greg got into his car to head to work. I slowly drove home, cold and tired.
When I got home, I really wanted to crawl back into bed and go to sleep. Either that or I wanted to go in the kitchen and eat some ice cream. Instead, I started the early morning rush. And for the next two hours, we were in school mode: breakfast, clothes, hair, piano practice, packed lunches, and rides to school. Then it was my usual Monday morning cleaning. I finally rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes and got a burst of energy. So, in a frenzy, I cleaned and organized and washed and folded and grocery shopped and worked the WHOLE day. By bedtime, my back was completely done. But my house was completely clean. It felt good. I decided to just think about the personal trainer later. It was good in theory, but tough in reality.
For family night, Greg made chocolate chip cookies with the kids. Lance hadn't napped, so I bathed the little boys and got them ready for bed early. It felt so good to finally crawl into my bed, with a heat pack on my back, and read myself sleepy. I'm reading The Giver, thanks to Emma's suggestion. I could hear Greg's excited cheers filtering back from the family room as he happily watched the college football National Championship. And apparently it was an epic game! He told me a little bit about it as we drifted off to sleep. Wow, it had been a long day. But a really good one.
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