Have I told you about last Sunday? The day I went jogging? It happened. It won’t happen again. I’m positive the elderly ladies who passed me on their power walk will appreciate not hearing me snort-breathe ever again. Five minutes is a long time to have someone trailing you, gasping for breath, losing the battle with her lungs; Not unlike one of those comedy-horror films. It’s also majorly embarrassing, since I was not actually going for the comedy-horror role, nor did I mean to snort in air like a malfunctioning vacuum. These moments I call character building. As a youngster I was all nibble and rock solid; Playing volleyball tournaments on weekends, conditioning for softball season and eating whatever the heck I wanted. These days I think I’ll stick to snort-gasping for air in the privacy of my own home, with non-judgemental instructors, who are just appreciative that you paid actual money for their exercise DVD.
So with jogging not on the list of things to do this week, I’ve kept up with the laundry and dishes, not to mention, cleaned a bathroom. Conclusion, not jogging makes a better housewife. It also leaves you with more time to enjoy the deep blue skies and amazing weather with your boys. Have I mentioned that this week, the highs are in the high 50s – low 60s? Heaven.
At lunch today, Jacob requested Roach Beef. I assumed he meant Roast Beef, but you know what they say about assuming things. So we clarified our menu and it literally took five minutes to convince him that those two words are totally different. An explanation of roach as being a bug and he got it. Birds aside, bugs are his number one enemy.
This might be why so many of the housewifely chores have been getting done recently. Don’t judge.