Since my kids have gotten older, Monday mornings haven’t been as much of a challenge as in my younger years – not that I’m old or anything! Although, maybe this morning was an indication that I am teetering more toward that direction on the seesaw of old and young.
My Pure Barre class has changed from 7:30 to 7:00 which I am delighted about. Due to the distance I travel to get there, the 6:00 a.m. class is not an option, but the 7:30 felt like it consumed too much of my morning. 7:00 means I get home shortly after 8:00 and get my Monday started.
I was prepared for my alarm to go off since my husband’s phone buzzed at 5:00 a.m. and woke me up, so I subconsciously knew it was coming. And my father-in-law decided to respond to my text from last night at 2:00 a.m. which has nothing to do with the story, but does give you an indication of his impish nature. Ugh!
I got ready and got out the door when I remembered my car was out of gas and wouldn’t make it to Pure Barre without filling up and I had no time. So I decided to take the car that is intended for our kids to use, since my oldest is away at college and my middle does not get his license until Friday (let’s not discuss where that puts me on the seesaw), and nobody would need it today. Then I remembered I had no keys!
So I had to go back into the house and again walk over the gate that keeps my dog in the laundry room at night, and over the dog who is not so much as lifting her head that early in the morning. I grabbed the keys off the table and repeated the gate/dog hurdle with no more interest from my bullie except a minor interruption in her snoring.
I FINALLY get on my way and tried to get the condensation off the windows of the car since it is not kept in the garage. At the red light I grab a rag to wipe the side mirror and note that the wipers need to be changed because I can barely see out the front window. AND THEN I REALIZE IT’S NOT THE WIPERS; I FORGOT MY CONTACT LENSES. Driving without contacts that I have worn since 9th grade (don’t do the math PLEASE) is not an option. So I turn around in the gas station. Hurdle the gate/dog (whom I may or may not have nudged firmly with my foot – not that it mattered because she still didn’t move her fat head), grab my glasses because I have no time for contact lenses, hurdle the gate/dog. Grrrrrrrrr…that’s me; not the dog. She’s still Zzzzzzz!
At this point I reflected that if I go home and hurdle the gate/dog one more time, it probably is equivalent to 55 minutes of Pure Barre! But I persevered, despite the fact that my glasses kept sliding down my nose on a steady stream of perspiration! And I am glad that I did, as I always am when I finish a workout.
I’m hoping the day gets better from here. However, the fact that I decided to try a new Greek yogurt that was on sale instead of my beloved Chobani Flips that I am addicted to, was a complete and disgusting disaster, might indicate that this day is going to finish like it started.
But, hey, I got two workouts in if you combine the gate/dog hurdle with the Pure Barre. So it’s not a total loss!
Q&A for the Day (Talk to me. I’m needy.):
- How did your Monday start?