I have no idea why I feel down in the dumps, grouchy, and just 'heavy' in general, but I have a few suspicions:
I feel like I am doing the same ole, same ole without a break.
* I grumbled about facing another sea of dirty diapers this morning. Comes with the babysitting territory, but holy crap - literally - I am tired of it. Especially the guy who poops before breakfast. (And after breakfast, and after lunch, etc.)
* Then there is dinner. What will we eat? Who will complain about what we eat? Will the meal I prepare be ready for the first round of eaters - those who bolt out the door to get to dancing or practice? One thing is for sure, I will be the one preparing whatever it is we are going to ingest. Yeah, me.
|My couch after I have sorted a couple of loads.|
* It is March, yet the temperature on Monday in Chicago was
11 degrees. What the Hell?! I can't take it anymore. Don't get me wrong, loading tots and babies who are all bundled into puffy coats into the many rows of seats in the great white when we leave the house is a relaxing experience and all, but come on spring. Get here!
I miss my workouts.
* I was on a really great schedule. My stupid health club will no longer allow me to bring the kids I sit for to the health club when I workout. Trust me, I was never bringing all of the kiddos, only on the occasion that I had only a few kids tagging along. Anyway, I workout really early in the morning at the club on Tues and Wed. On the days when I don't workout crazy early, I workout in my house before the tots get dropped off. I do some cardio and then I do many of the same exercises that we do during classes. But, then I got sick and I have been allowing myself to sleep in. AND, while I love my weekend workout time - that has been nonexistent because of the out of town February stuff, and the sick weekend.
|Eddie and a few teammates chat about the|
game during a break in the action.
* I wonder if deep down I am saddened by the fact that Eddie's basketball season is over. As crazy as our basketball season was this year, I thoroughly enjoyed having Ed start on his varsity team. I remember feeling lost and very emotional when we left the high school after Lad's last high school water polo game. Tears streaming down my face. He ended up playing water polo in college of course, but I don't expect Ed will go that route. Ed did have a coach from a tiny school in Chicago (Concordia) come and talk to him after his senior night game. The guy wanted Ed to play for them. Ed was flattered, but wants to attend a bigger school.
This is just the tip of the 'heavy' ice burg, as so often is the case with me - there is more . . .