My cup was about to runneth over Tuesday and not in a good way.
My life was already approaching the edge with toddler and husband and marathon training and work and writing and blogging and day-to-day stuff. Add the puppy, and it’s about to spill and make, what T Junior calls, “a big mess.”
I wrote out all the details, but it was boring even me so I won’t put you through that. What you need to know is that our house is extremely chaotic. Clean laundry is piled on the couch in the living room and tumbling off of an oak rocking chair in the master bedroom. The morning and work routines are off this week. We now have three dogs, one of which is a puppy. We aren’t getting much sleep.
And, on this day — Tuesday — I did not eat enough food because I have not been to the store and I did not drink enough water because I was cold.
By 5 p.m., I felt like a doll. My head and limbs were too heavy to hold up, and I shuffled around the kitchen as the three dogs raced after each other around the island, their toenails scratching the linoleum floor, and T Junior stood in the living room, peering at me over a gray plastic border and sobbing loudly despite Mr. T’s attempts to soothe him.
I was still considering going to the gym for 8-9 miles as I got dinner ready as fast as I could: a snail’s pace. Sometime before I served the turkey burgers and sweet potato fries, I listened to my body and decided to move my mid-week long run to Thursday when, hopefully, I’ll feel like a human again.
I am glad I decided to stay home and watch The Biggest Loser with Mr. T. Draining my schedule of the run was a good idea on this day.
I don’t feel great about it, but I don’t feel guilty.
-More Debbie Downer. Unfortunately, Wednesday was not much better than Tuesday. In some ways, it was worse.
-Will I get to run on Thursday?