It is Monday.
It is a full-on Monday, too. I have a combo of patients + meetings from 7:50 AM – 6:30 PM. I had every intention of starting week #4 of 80DO but absolutely could not get out of bed at 5 this morning. Plus, I am still sore from Sat/Sun. Sat in particularly; I unearthed Josh’s 25 lb weights and used them (yes both of them!) for some of the exercises on Leg Day. Thankfully I am not injured but between that and chasing the kids around the house (and cleaning up the kitchen what seemed like 3834 times yesterday) I am just NOT. FEELING. IT.
SO: Monday rest day it is.
I feel behind on life management stuff (mostly because I never properly closed out my week last week). My email inboxes are full (the horror!). My planner’s weekly page is untouched. I did not order workbooks yet (love the look of the ones that reader Megan shared!). Hoping I can get in some catchup time between patients . . .
Weekend accomplishments: I did finish choosing pix for my 2019 album AND we did make cupcakes (at Annabel’s request)! She helped with the main recipe, C joined in at icing time, and G was napping but woke up in time to put on the spinkles. I have to say they turned out quite well! Light and fluffy with totally decadent buttercream on top.
We used this recipe + her chocolate buttercream frosting. I was going to pipe it with a fancy tip to make them look professional BUT I put it in the refrigerator and didn’t let it warm up enough and it wouldn’t come out of the piping bags. Only after fighting with it (and making a total mess) did I realize that had I just waited it would have worked nicely.
Oh well. (Is this some kind of a sign about patience? I don’t think so. Mostly just an indication that I am not a very experienced baker).
Another Josh-call weekend in the books. It wasn’t fantastic on all counts but it wasn’t terrible either. I am already looking forward to our next weekend when we are both off (though I need to figure out a gift for Father’s Day STAT since our usual kid/mommy trip to shop isn’t going to happen this year. AGHGH!).
Deep breaths. One thing at a time.