I can’t break the streak, but I have about 5 minutes to post. I woke up at 7:45 (Josh got up with G at 6:30, which was much appreciated) to a house without power, and cancelled our babysitter (because in South Florida in September, forcing someone to come and hang out in an un-A/C’d house would be cruel).
So, improvising, we decided to take the kids to breakfast. Of course, on our way out, the power came back on. I could have un-cancelled the babysitter, but by that point our trajectory had already shifted and the kids were excited about going out. And so — my carefully crafted plan to take G to My Gym (parent/baby gymnastics) and sneak in a quick workout afterwards got foiled.
So, no workout. And no My Gym. I took the kids to the park so that Josh could get a little work done during that time, but he didn’t get the chunk we had planned on with the babysitter.
Also, tomorrow our kids are off (actually not G, but I am not sure I am going to bother taking her in with the other 2 off) and I had thought that Josh had off, because it’s Rosh Hashanah. But apparently I did not do a good job telling him when to block his calendar because he is working.
And I already told our nanny she could be off.
So, again, guess it’s on me again. I’m trying to be at peace with it. Hopefully I can fit in a #&$@ workout before the kids wake up, or I may lose it.
You know what? It wasn’t my favorite weekend. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Also: it’s probably good I don’t usually post every day; this blog would probably be a lot whinier. Which is objectively ridiculous and borderline obnoxious. Thank you all for tolerating me.