You want to hear something gross? Okay, okay I’ll tell you. Yesterday, after blogging, I actually did manage to drag my ass to the gym in what can only be called a pathetic attempt to get back into my formal shape. I was able to last 20 minutes on the Precor machine, do a few sets of crunches and some sort of shoulder machine (that will eventually take me into Angela Bassett in What’s Love Got to Do With It territory) before I had to call it a day. Here’s the gross part: after the gym I had to go straight to pick Elbs up from school and when I got back, the Jaguar (Liz) was leaving so I went right into mommy of three mode. I was so tired by the time Elby was finally in bed and I’d watched Idol that I fell asleep on the couch. My husband woke me up at 11 and sent me to bed. Um, did you see that I missed something in there? A SHOWER. And now it’s 1:20 the next day and I still haven’t showered. So that’s what I’m going to do now – and then I’m going to change our sheets. Poor poor Jon.
You know what showers are also good for? An excuse to change underwear. Yeah, I said that. Deal with it!
At least I make some good lookin’ babies.