I didn’t get a run in last night, but it was really my own fault and here’s why:
Me coming in the door after work: “I’m going to vacuum this floor before all the little pieces of debris gather together and unite to take over the whole house, THEN I’ll run”.
Me after defeating the debris revolution: “I’m just going to put these dishes away, THEN I’ll run”.
Me after the dishes: “I’m just going to go through the kids’ backpacks and sign the terribly disappointing grade check for my son, THEN I’ll run.”
Me after digging through backpacks and wondering where I failed my son and his bad grades: “I’m just going to put one load of laundry in the washer (what is that smell anyway) and THEN I’ll run.”
Me after handling stinky towels that my daughter used to sop up the spilled milk and didn’t rinse them out afterward: “I have got to wash my hands, THEN I’m going to run”
Me after scrubbing nasty milk smell from hands: “Crap, now it’s time to start dinner. I will definitely run after dinner”
Me after dinner: “I’m just going to put these dishes away (didn’t I do that once today already??), THEN I’ll run.”
Me after the dishes (again!): “I’ll run the girls’ bath and while they are in the tub, I WILL RUN!!”
Me, answering phone to talk to mom who feels neglected lately: “I’ll just talk for 10 minutes, and then I am getting on the treadmill, dammit!!!”
Me after talking to now un-neglected mom for an HOUR: “Dammmit! I’ll just read the girls one book and while I’m doing that DS can take his bath and then I’ll read one chapter to him, AND THEN I WILL RUN!
Me waking up in son’s bed after falling asleep while reading to him: “Screw it. I’m going to bed.”
Lesson learned here: If I don’t take care of myself first, it doesn’t get done at all and that makes for a cranky unhappy me!