We took Maddux to visit Ryne’s parents, and they offered to watch him while we got some food. I’d like to add that it was 3:00 in the afternoon. Hey, I’m always up for a good meal.
Literally on the way back to their house from getting sushi, we had the brilliant idea to get Checker’s fries and a cheesecake sundae. Worst decision ever. I mean, they were both delicious and all. We just felt like we were going to die afterwards. I swear we were racing to see who would get the most fries before they ran out. Anyone else do that with their significant other? I mean, it got all shades of American Gladiators in that car. We ate ourselves sick. Why did two “meals” in the middle of the afternoon seem like a good idea? Whatever. I’d do it again. I’ll never learn.
I went to my grandma’s with Maddux for dinner after that and still ate some rolls with some butter (read: a lot of butter with a little bit of rolls). I was carbo-loading for having to exist the following day, a MONDAY. Groan.
I got some mail. That’s always exciting. <–A sad glimpse into my glamorous life. 😉 I’ve received two Birchboxes so far, and honestly, I’m a little unimpressed. That might be because I don’t really use hair products, rarely paint my nails, and never really wear anything but powder and mascara. Hmm. Why did I think I would like a beauty product sample kit? I’m not the brightest. I’ll probably keep getting them, just to help me change my ways. I really do want to know how to do girly things. I swear.
My mom came over Monday afternoon so I could go to barre. The last two classes I attended were a little too slow-paced for my liking. The instructor was someone new to me (same one both times) and I just couldn’t find my groove. Not that I ever have a groove, but you get what I’m saying. I found myself “giving up” on moves that I’ve done over and over again. It was weird. It was like my mind was fatigued more so than my body. Still a good workout, though! I’m just used to leaving in piles of sweat. I think part of me still thinks sweat=hard, and that’s not necessarily true.
I went to Moe’s after class. I’ve never gotten their bowl before and I probably won’t ever do it again. I missed the carby-deliciousness of the whole dang burrito. I need some substance, yo.
Today’s workout ended up being an hour stroller walk in the AM. I had plans for an afternoon class but they fell through when I called the babysitter and she wasn’t working. Maaaaybe I shouldn’t wait until the day of? I’m a terrible planner. I wish I had turned the walk into a run, but hindsight is 20/20 as they say. Oh, and I know he looks pissed, but it’s just because he takes walks very seriously. He is so interested in everything around him. I love it!
After our walk, we went to get groceries. That’s another one of his favorite activities. He loves all the attention he gets. It’s ridiculous. I love the fact that I clearly know what’s important in life: miniature Lysol and lemon cake. Y’all, I think I squealed when I saw the Lysol. Germs ain’t got nothin’ on me. I will keep it in his diaper bag and I will spray other people’s things down with it. I’m that mom. But then at my house I let him basically lick the dirty floors. Makes sense, right? Hypocrite all the way. Oh, and I ate my slice of cake after lunch and longingly watched Ryne eat his slice after dinner. It was hard. (Anyone else notice that the cake is 2.50 originally and 2/5.00 with a Kroger card? Um. Kroger. That’s not a deal. That’s just the price.)
Dinner was fast and simple because my brain was pretty much done for the day.
I put my sexy face on afterwards and told Ryne sorry for being 90 years old. That’s tea by the way. Hot tea and in bed by 8. I’m such an embarrassment to moms everywhere who actually accomplish things after dinner.
The moral of these last few days: I didn’t get a hardcore, sweaty workout in and I didn’t self-combust. It really is okay. Tomorrow Maddux and I will be headed to the lake with my mom and dad. I have plans to go to my last CrossFit class after that with Logan. Basically, it sounds like I don’t need to take a shower at all during the day tomorrow. I mean wake up, sweat at the lake, sweat at the gym, etc. Why bother? Secretly I love days like that because I am gross. For real, though, I think showering and getting ready is the most boring aspect of life. It’s really weird that I felt like discussing that with y’all.
Well. I hate that I just wasted your time, but I really appreciate you hanging out with me for a little bit. Some days I just feel like talking. Love you! Call you in 5 minutes! (If you know that’s from Elf, we really and truly are best friends.)