Recently I decided that going to gym is a good idea. I’ve been going twice a week when I can and starting slowly so that I don’t hurt myself or die. I am starting to feel really good about myself, but I can’t figure out why I’m always so tired. Shouldn’t working out make you feel energized? I am drinking lots of water and eating lots of fruits and vegetables, I even take Flintstones vitamins everyday. (Yes I realize that I am an adult, and I realize that those vitamins are for children, but I can’t take the one a day vitamins and I refuse to take 20 pills a day just to get everything that my body needs to stay healthy, so Flintstones it is! Besides they taste much better than adult vitamins :P) If you have any suggestions about being so tired all of the time please feel free to comment with your suggestions and ideas!!
Well anyway the other day I went to the gym before school, my plan was to shower at the gym and go straight to school. I go to take a shower and realize that I have forgotten a vital part of my undergarments. So I pack everything up and head home. I get home find the missing undergarment, hop in the shower and get dressed. So far so good I’m still on schedule to leave and get to school on time without having to speed like a madwoman to get there. I grab my bag with the rest of my uniform and head out the door. I get just outside the door and reach for my keys… Oh damn I must have left them in side, I try the door and it locked behind me… Oh great! I then have to dig out the back yard gate from the things that we have blocking it and run up the back stairs. I wiggle open the sliding glass door, thanking myself that I forgot to lock it before I left and run through the house (unlocking the front door as I run out) to make sure that the gate again gets reburied. Then I run back into the house in search of my keys. So far I’m still doing ok time wise, but I’m getting close to making myself late. I check the place beside the door where my keys should hang and they’re not there. I run down stairs check my room, check the bathroom, run upstairs check the kitchen, the living room. Nothing!!! I run outside again and check my bag, still nothing! Just for kicks I check the car, even though I KNOW that I couldn’t have gotten inside the house without them. Nothing! I then calmly walk back into the house and turn my head to the right… where my keys should have been hanging… and what do you know? There they are!!! I couldn’t believe it! I had checked there already, at least twice, and I know they hadn’t been there before. My only conclusion is our Ghost Steve is back home and knows how important it is for me to get to school. Thanks Steve!! I get to school on time with no worries and I didn’t even have to speed (all that much lol)
The next day I get home from school to pick up Daughter at the babysitter’s house. Things are going pretty well, but I’m exhausted. Daughter had already had dinner which helps me so much. We get home and I start thinking about what I want for dinner. lord knows we have things in the house to eat. So I decide that a BLT sounds amazing! Daughter is nine and wants to help so much so she pipes up with “I’ll make it!” Which helps me out tons because I can get a head start on all of the homework that I have due. I get started on my vocabulary words and she gets started making me a sammich, about half a hour later I here a sheet pan hit the floor and she starts crying. Oh dear… I go into the kitchen and see that the pan was indeed the bacon from the oven and the crying is because she burnt a finger on that pan when pulling it from the oven. *Sigh* the pan was upside down on the floor thus the bacon was ruined. I cleaned up the bacon and the floor, had her run her finger under warm water to ensure there was no blister and sent her to bed. I wound up having leftover chicken from the fridge. Sent the kiddo to bed and gave up on the homework. Decided I was going to veg out and just relax after the hard week I’ve had. Went to bed at 11 and I was so tired I didn’t get up until late the next day. I was going to go to the gym that day but the sitter’s baby girl was sick. Think I might go anyway, just to keep my routine going.
I did wake up the next day to breakfast being made by Daughter, I got bacon (So happy she didn’t get scared from the last time she tried to make it) and scrambled eggs and even French toast! I have taught my daughter well!! lol So proud of her and the good job she did making breakfast for me. It made me feel so loved 😀