I have that much juice left on my laptop. I needed to find a quitting point so that I don't end up on the computer all day long, which is tempting to do on a cold, dreary day in Boston. But I need to hit the gym and finish up processing the photos from this wedding.
Yes, I'm in Boston. I flew up here with Shawn since he had to be here for work. My ex in-laws are staying at my house this week because they will be in charge of the kids during their visit. In other words, Nick will be around but on a very limited basis, just to put the kids to bed at night. I had to type up 5 pages of instructions, detailing everything from lunch box contents to driving directions to the Bruiser's school. Maybe I'm too type A of a mom, or maybe I just know how the grandparents are. It's a challenge for me even while pumped up with caffeine and endorphins. I'm not sure how these sedentary retirees will fare.
Anyway, they will be fine. Especially with the Princess there to tell them what to do. I just hope she doesn't succumb to their daily routine of sitting around and forgetting what time it is so that she can be late to everything. I am just a bit annoyed that the dad isn't stepping up to the plate now that he has this opportunity to spend some good quality time with each kid, which is a challenge to do when you're the only parent available.
But I will digress. It's the same old thing. The difference is... now it's not my concern. The kids are obviously more attached to me. But that's because I put them first. He does too... don't get me wrong. But he does it in his own convenient way.
This is my first stretch of free time in a while. Most of August and September has been a bit busy, with the dad either out of town for work (and pleasure) or sick with the sniffles. But I have to bury myself in this wedding and get it done... so I can get paid. (I know I don't rake in the salary like my ex so perhaps this is chump change to him... but that's beside the point, now isn't it?)
Anyway, I fear that I'm coming off as bitchy in this blog entry but I'm in a pretty good mood. The pool here is saline, a new alternative to chlorine. I'm curious to take a dip later on today, but this can only happen if I work up a sweat in the fitness room (a promise my made myself).
I have my BodyPump training on Friday so I guess I need to do some exercise before then. *sigh*
At the very least I have some time to think. How to lead a happy and productive life. First I need to reevaluate what I've done to contribute to the mess and just not do it any longer. :) It takes two to tango after all. I'd say the same for my marriage, though I don't think Nick has done much to improve himself. Just my observation.
Two minutes of juice left. I suppose I should log off now.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
No news is good news. Right?
To be honest, the past month has been sort of a whirlwind, and even moreso now that school is in full swing. I was able to enroll the Bruiser in preschool - took the last spot available! - so that has added to the back-to-school buzz. It's a good thing though. Both he and his sister love going to school, and the Baby is always wishing she could go with them.
The only clincher is this preschool isn't that close to home. I'd say it's a 20+ minute drive, but then I can't complain because it's almost impossible to get your kid into a preschool program here, unless you're willing to pay up the wazoo at one of hoyty toyty schools, which I wasn't about to do. But the school is very close to the gym, so that's where I have been going while waiting the 3 hours. I guess it's time well spent, but there is only so much you can do at the gym from 9:45 to 12:15. Really. Plus I get there too late to take the 9:30 class, so I chit chat or hop on a cardio machine, which I know will get old after a while.
But ah, who cares... it's still free time. Most especially since the Baby doesn't complain when I take her to Target and she leaves empty handed.
In a couple of weeks I'm going to Rock Hill, SC to train for BodyPump, which is a class offered at the gym. I'm not really nervous about it since it's a class I've gotten to know fairly well since I started taking it in January. And it has done WONDERS for me. It's one of the more popular classes offered, with attendance sometimes topping 50 people crammed into the studio. So we shall see how this goes. It will be good to be paid to work out for a change... might as well since I'm at the gym for so many hours a week. My membership will be free, along with an upgrade. And let's not forget... the outfits are totally cute.
The area manager seems to want me to train for a few other classes when I can. So could this be that my next career move will actually be as a fitness instructor?
Well, I'd be elated if exercise can be that much engrained in my life - to the point where I'd actually be a role model for others since I'll be donning a mic and standing center stage in front of people. But I am also realizing that my bones are starting to ache. I often wake up with a sore back, though I don't really know why. Another instructor told me that I don't allow enough time to recover. Recover?? From what? :) If I don't work out, I'm a major crab... so I suppose it's a matter of finding some sort of balance there. And stretch when I can.
Well, off to bed. I fear that I will return to this blog entry tomorrow morning and find that I was completely incoherent in my last few mutterings. I'll blame the Tylenol PM and too much Chinese food in my belly.
The only clincher is this preschool isn't that close to home. I'd say it's a 20+ minute drive, but then I can't complain because it's almost impossible to get your kid into a preschool program here, unless you're willing to pay up the wazoo at one of hoyty toyty schools, which I wasn't about to do. But the school is very close to the gym, so that's where I have been going while waiting the 3 hours. I guess it's time well spent, but there is only so much you can do at the gym from 9:45 to 12:15. Really. Plus I get there too late to take the 9:30 class, so I chit chat or hop on a cardio machine, which I know will get old after a while.
But ah, who cares... it's still free time. Most especially since the Baby doesn't complain when I take her to Target and she leaves empty handed.
In a couple of weeks I'm going to Rock Hill, SC to train for BodyPump, which is a class offered at the gym. I'm not really nervous about it since it's a class I've gotten to know fairly well since I started taking it in January. And it has done WONDERS for me. It's one of the more popular classes offered, with attendance sometimes topping 50 people crammed into the studio. So we shall see how this goes. It will be good to be paid to work out for a change... might as well since I'm at the gym for so many hours a week. My membership will be free, along with an upgrade. And let's not forget... the outfits are totally cute.
The area manager seems to want me to train for a few other classes when I can. So could this be that my next career move will actually be as a fitness instructor?
Well, I'd be elated if exercise can be that much engrained in my life - to the point where I'd actually be a role model for others since I'll be donning a mic and standing center stage in front of people. But I am also realizing that my bones are starting to ache. I often wake up with a sore back, though I don't really know why. Another instructor told me that I don't allow enough time to recover. Recover?? From what? :) If I don't work out, I'm a major crab... so I suppose it's a matter of finding some sort of balance there. And stretch when I can.
Well, off to bed. I fear that I will return to this blog entry tomorrow morning and find that I was completely incoherent in my last few mutterings. I'll blame the Tylenol PM and too much Chinese food in my belly.
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