I did make it to the gym. I figured that if I just did the elliptical my legs would stay loose and, therefore, feel better. Well it was good in theory. I'm glad I went but my legs do NOT feel any better.
After I got the kids from school I went to use the restroom. I closed the door hoping for some peace and all the sudden I hear everyone screaming, "Mom, mom are you okay." They all come barging in the door with worried looks. I tell them, "Of course I'm okay, why wouldn't I be okay?" Nicholas said, "Well we heard you saying, ouch ouch ouch over and over again." I just had to laugh. Yes even sitting down hurts. I must be sick and sadistic because I kind of love that kind of hurt.
99% of the time these days I'm dressed in workout clothes. This is due in part to the fact that half my clothes are in storage and also to the fact that I am busy and lazy. It seems like I can't manage to take a shower until the afternoon. By the time I workout, go to physical therapy, grocery shop, pick up this kid, pick up that kid it's 3:00 in the afternoon and I'm still not showered. So I've become one of those people that shower at night. Most days I'm in shorts and a workout tank. I figure that everyone is sick of my uniform.
Quite frankly I'm sick of my uniform and my deodorant showers. A couple of weeks ago I bought a pair of peep toe booties. I really have no reason to own a pair as you can see they hardly go with any of my outfits. However, I decided today that I would wear them and I didn't care where we went I was wearing them anyway. So I get all dressed put on some makeup and Nicholas says, "Mom are we going somewhere fancy for dinner?" I say, "No why?" He says, while rolling his eyes, "Well then why do you have on those fancy clothes?" I guess I shouldn't have expected my 7 year old to understand that every now and again an evening calls for a pair of heels, and some sangria even if it is just for dinner with the fam. Even Ella put on her finest duds.