Who wouldn't want to go to work when the response to being spotted is cheering and air pumping and hugs and grins and begging to be on forever?! And not just from the kids!
It sure makes working 60+ hours in a week, when I normally do 9, a joy.
That and the butterscotch pudding... Yum.
Today the idea of the gym is too much. My class starts in 5 minutes and I'm still in my pj's.
And you know what?
I just watched the girl from across the road leave her house in her gym clothes and her baby in his pram and walk towards our gym.
But not enough to go.
Maybe later today...
I'm tired. Bone, brain, body tired. Can't think, can't hardly move. Actually can't speak. Tired. Exhausted.
My house is a disaster. My dishes are half done. The rest is in the sink in cold water. I ran out of time. There are extra chairs in our kitchen that have no place being there. I can't think where to put them.
I have this feeling I am supposed to be doing something but I have no idea what it is.
We have a wedding tomorrow. I think I need to wash my outfit...?
At least iron it...
Oh - I need to take a photo for today.
I don't think I can.
Maybe I'll watch TV instead...