And because I am apparently a short order cook, suggestions are immediately bandied about. Chocolate chip pancakes! No! Blueberry pancakes! Eggs! Cereal! Wait, would you make cinnamon rolls?
So I sent them down the hall to get dressed and hoped for some toaster waffles. When I got out of bed I felt like I got a roundhouse straight to the spine by Chuck Norris himself. I could barely bend. That is a sad state. My hamstrings were tight, but that's no big deal. I wondered what the hell had gone wrong (I do have kind of a bad back in that I have scoliosis and sometimes things slip out of alignment) and hustled downstairs to foam roll on the toothy foam roller of doom.
Hurts so good.
So I rolled and stretched and realized...it's not my back. It's my stupid fucking uterus. Fucking up my life yet again.
The kids came downstairs and I made toaster waffles and peeled a couple of oranges. For myself I made a couple of fried eggs, some bacon, and some mango. You'll have to take my word for it.
I was hungry.
I took the kids with me to CF this morning. They had a blast with the other kids and I practically had to pry them out of there. The workout was brutal, even scaled down pretty considerably for my shouty back and my partner's gimpy knee. Still, I'm glad I went. I need to get the boys signed up for CrossFit Kids. They'll be 5 in 2 short months!
Everyone got a workout.
I wasn't feeling much for lunch, so I had a jumped up snack. Brie, berries, and maple glazed pecans.
I. Love. Brie.
I sent the kids upstairs to "nap" which is asinine because they hardly ever do, but if I'm lucky I can at least get a little quiet time out of them. Today their nap was my treadmill time. 40 degrees out and I'm on the fucking mill.
I watched "Married at First Sight: The First Year" while I ran. Last year fantastic husband and I watched a show called Married at First Sight about three couples who were matched up by experts but didn't meet until their wedding day. It was fascinating. I understand there's going to be a second season. You know I'll be watching that shit. Probably on the treadmill.
After my run I had an orange.
Gave the kids a snack then took the dog out for a walk. It was amazingly warm and wonderful outside, and I was really looking forward to a nice leisurely walk. When am I going to learn that walking with the kids is a soul sucking activity? I've never thought of myself as an optimist, but I must be, because I always start out thinking what a nice day it is and how great the fresh air will be. Then I end up either literally dragging children along, or shouting at them to stop sprinting down the sidewalk out of sight. Today I did both. The boys were rocketing down the sidewalk...and the girl was dragging ass behind me, whining all the way. So instead of doing a nice 2-3 mile walk we got 1.2 and I got a headache and lost the will to live.
At least we tired out the dog.
Dinner was Wildtree Adobo chicken and cumin roasted carrots. The chicken was kickier than anticipated, which I heard some significant whining about. I liked it. The carrots got mixed reviews. "These carrots smell weird" "These are delicious, is there cinnamon on these?" "I tried a bite of this carrot, and I don't like it at all". I thought they were good, and a nice change up from just plain veggies.
Like carrot fries.
I did some dishes and some cooking today, but that's about it. I had big plans for other cleaning, but there's always tomorrow, right? I did some knitting. That's kind of domestic.
This was another good week. To recap:
Goal: CrossFit 2 days Achieved
Goal: Yoga 2 days Achieved
Goal: Run every day Achieved
Now I shall set up a movie and make some popcorn for the ungrateful brat brigade.
Is it time for vacation yet?