As many of you know, the snow caused quite a bit of traffic issues these last few days. Monday, I was in the car more than 3 1/2 hours, driving kids and picking them up again. I vowed that Tuesday would be better. I had a plan and as most plans go … it didn’t really work out as planned.
It started with my being 1/2 hour late this morning for coffee with my dad. As always, he is so gracious and doesn’t say a thing, other than to remind me to drive carefully.
Then, I am almost late for a seminar (that I am giving) due to traffic, conference calls and a kid texting me that she is not feeling well and could I please pick her up asap. Well, I realize, that will change all the other back-to-back plans (including my workout) … but that’s life.
I eventually pick her up, bring her home, get her situated and decide I am going to the club. I am regretting not getting my workout in earlier in the morning. I am sick of being in the car and really just want to RUN. I look at the clock. I’ve got 90 minutes before I have to pick up the boys from swimming … I’m golden!
I get to the club, run in, take off my coat, etc., get on the elliptical and my phone rings. I look down and it is one of my sons. I answer. “Mom, I missed the bus to swimming and I missed the regular bus to come home.” Fear grips me! “WHAT???” I say. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME? YOU WANT ME TO GET OFF THE ELLIPTICAL, GIVE UP MY WORKOUT, GET INTO THE CAR AND COME AND GET YOU? ” I am in panic mode now. He says, “What do you want me to do, stay here all night,” (I hate that indignant tone). I get off, get dressed and get in the car. I am unhappy. I am swearing at cars. I pick him up and he can tell … this was not his best move.
It takes more than an hour in the car to get him and bring him to swimming. Now I clearly don’t have time to go to the club. Eventually, I get them all home, fed and at 6:15 p.m. I put on my headlamp and go for a run. I run and run and run. I start to feel normal again.
I come in the house, report on how beautiful the night is and get cleaned up. Then, I hear what I believe is my daughter saying to her brothers … “Guys, listen to me. Whatever you do, don’t mess with Mom’s workout.”
AMEN Sister!!!!!
Have a great (and non-stuck-in-traffic day)
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