Holy, holy, holy crap. How do any of you with little people who cannot do for themselves actually manage to get anything DONE in the mornings and get out the door somewhere resembling on time? Tell me the secret! I need to know!
We got up at 5 this morning with Daisy to potty. Then there was breakfast and PT, then hubby trying to get his usual routine ready (somehow making a smoothie took 10 minutes–I suspect he fell asleep standing at the fridge because we were SO TIRED). Then post breakfast potty. I managed to get 15 minutes of boxing in and that was IT, next to trying to pick up the house some (because invariably, since it is the WORST possible time, someone will want to see the house).
I have no idea when I’ll get back to running. For now, it’s going to be squeezing in those really short 15 minute workouts throughout the day wherever I can. Daisy herself will take the place of my weights routine (because let me tell you, 50 pounds is a lotta dog to lift repeatedly through the day). By the time she’s walking again, I oughtta have killer quads and biceps.
This whole thing is God’s way of preparing us for a baby. Has to be. Because it is a well known fact that we’ll do ANYTHING for our dogs. We’re already in the taking turns phase and dealing with pee and poop and feedings and medicine… It’s good practice.
I haven’t written since…Thursday? Obviously, I’ve got to sort THAT out as well this week. I figure by the end of this week, we ought to have sorted out a routine, figured out when she needs to do what and what time we need to allow for all that. But…yeah. I’m totally wiped out and it’s only 10 o’clock. Gonna be a LONG WEEK!