I got up this morning, fed the kids breakfast, sent them off to the family room to begin their ritual morning activity of killing brain cells (playing the Wii), and sat down to write my random Friday post.
Then, I realized that today is Thursday. Which would explain why, when I woke up at 9:00 this morning, I felt guilty. No, not because my children had already been up for 2 hours, and had to get their own breakfast (yesterday's brownies), and were watching Dora the Explorer, and The Suite Life of Zack and Cody all morning, while I snoozed away. No, I felt guilty because Thursday is a run day. I was supposed to meet my running group at 5:00. Once again, I didn't get up to run. In fact, I didn't even set my alarm last night.
I blame it on two things. Ok, well, three things.
One: Last night was our last rehearsal for the Hosanna Concert (did you get your tickets, yet?). We didn't get out of there until almost 10:00, plus drive time. I also volunteered to drive a group of three high-school-aged sisters, and a guy who can't drive because of a heart condition. So, I had to drop them all off before I could go home.
Two: It was raining so hard last night, it took extra time to drive home. For all I knew, the Great Salt Lake had floated into the sky and then been dumped out completely on the valley. It was raining THAT hard. I did NOT want to get up at the butt-crack of dawn to get hypothermia.
Three: I had to stay up and watch American Idol. Because up to this point, I always hear who gets voted off before I actually watch the show, and it bugs me. That's like hearing who won before you even start watching the game. That said, I'm kind of glad that that blind dude whose name I can't remember got voted off. I didn't think he was that great a singer. He was pretty good on the piano though. He should pursue that.
So, I didn't run this morning. That, combined with eating my weight in brownies all week, and trying to find way to entertain three ungrateful children, who think they are entitled to the world just by existing, I am NOT a happy camper today. I have bent over backwards trying to do fun things for those monkeys, and it seems all I get in return is whining and complaining. (Yes, I see the irony in me whining and complaining about my children whining and complaining. Shut up.)
I'm just looking forward to next week....when school starts again.