As I lay in bed yesterday morning, I contemplated getting up and running. It was 5:00am. Although I wanted to start the day with a nice ass-kicking run, I decided against it and lazily got ready for work. Yep – you heard right. I carted my sorry ass into work yesterday. I call it a sorry ass because by 2:15pm when I left that place, I was sorry I had gone at all.
Now – let me just say that everyone was VERY NICE to me…they even had a little party to welcome me back. But the sheer torment endured throughout the day with various complaints and escalations really took its toll on me. By 6:30 yesterday evening I was ready for bed. For the night. I managed to make it until 8:00 and then put the boys to bed, but was barely awake by 8:30 and out cold by 9:30.
5:00am this morning I looked at the clock, briefly considered running, and then laughed at the insanity of the idea. I didn’t run. I didn’t even get up. I stayed in bed until 6:15 when I finally had no choice but to get up and get ready. This whole working thing can bite my ass – it sucks.
I plan to run later this afternoon after work. Shall we take bets on how likely that is to happen? No – too easy.
On a positive note, we are going on vacation tomorrow morning (at the ass-crack of dawn mind you) to the
I am really surprised at HOW MUCH NOT DRINKING is driving me insane. It is so much harder for me than it seems to be for my husband. I am not sure a day goes by without me thinking longingly about a margarita or a glass of wine or a ice cold beer.
Here is a taste of just how much I think about drinking: While driving into work this morning I was listening to the Spin Doctors “Revenge is sweet, but success is sweeter. I took the salt from my wounds, and put them in my margarita.” And I swear I sat there thinking “mmmmm, margaritas” – at 7:30 in the morning. Please send help. Or a margarita. I swear I will only LOOK at it. I won't drink it. As far as you know.