My kids have more days off than they have school. At least, it feels that way. They started school last Tuesday, and they already have today off.
Not that I mind, you understand. It’s just that it makes life difficult. Like now, when my daughter came in and started talking about something as I started writing.
Writing with kids around is impossible. For one thing, they interrupt your train of thought. (Nothing’s worst than a derailed train of thought.) For another–how in the world am I supposed to write romance when I’ve got kids in the background? My hero’s just about to make a move on my heroine, when–wham!–Sponge Bob starts singing. Or, someone calls someone else an idiot. Or someone needs a cracker/cookie/sippy cup.
It just doesn’t work.
So, I think they should change the name of this holiday from Labor Day to “I can’t get a freaking thing done because the kids are home from school Day”. Anyone else agree?
How’s the Weight Loss going?
Managed to lose another 2.4 pounds this weekend; not exactly sure how this happened, but I’m not going to quibble. I also got my WW pedometer to work (I think), so I’m wearing it today and will post my Activity Points earned, tomorrow.
Bought lemons, limes and mint leaves to put into my water bottle in an effort to make it more enticing to drink. So far, the bottle sits on my mantel, untouched and unfilled (and fruitless) because…the kids are home today.
And the Number One son just asked me from some lunch. :p Think I’ll make myself some low-point Progresso soup.
The gym closes at noon, today (no one’s laboring there, either) so I can’t go. Elliptical tomorrow. I think I’ll go for a whole 20 minutes. Perhaps I won’t die.
