Friday = Fun
I won’t have a post for my sibling series today. I am in the car right now driving to Oklahoma for the Homeschool Moms’ Winter Summit. Then next weekend it’s time for the Texas Summit…..yippee and yahoo!!!
I won’t have a post for my sibling series today. I am in the car right now driving to Oklahoma for the Homeschool Moms’ Winter Summit. Then next weekend it’s time for the Texas Summit…..yippee and yahoo!!!
While we were there I was determined to still get my morning workout in, so I packed my clothes and on Thursday morning I popped up at 6:00 and headed down to find the hotel’s workout room.
I have rarely looked forward to a normal day like I look forward to this one. We are finally coming out of our flu fog and school is back in swing this week. Hip hip hooray for simple problems like running out of eggs.
The past week is a bit of a blur. I’d like to say it’s because Christmas was so magical that I can’t describe the joy. But instead I must report a terrible bout of flu that has hit all 11 of us, starting on December 23 and still with us.
On Friday I locked my bedroom door and pulled all I had out of my closet. I sorted through it, much like Santa does but without the elves to carry everything for me.
After a long, cold weekend Monday is a beautiful thing. I like normalcy….if you can call 11 people in one house all day normal.
People ask me all the time, “What’s your secret? How did you do it?!” I disappoint them every time when I tell them it’s just good old-fashioned diet and exercise. No tricks, no surgery, no magic pill. Bummer, right?
Being a true American, I overate on Thanksgiving. I made some eating decisions before the big day arrived so I wouldn’t lose sight of the fact that I am on a diet and regret my choices.
I made a quick run to Dallas this past weekend. Sure it’s a 6 hour drive, but in Texas time that’s practically your next door neighbor. Just a simple country jaunt.
OK, I am not adjusting well to this recent time change. I start falling asleep on my feet at 8:00 every night and can’t sleep past 5:00 in the morning. Is this what getting old looks like?