my day off.
i woke up this morning, kind of overly exhausted and of course...running late. i ran into my living room, searching frantically for my keys, when i stepped on and over two or three different pairs of shoes.
the heel of one, jabbing into the bottom of my foot, threw me off balance and when i went to land i sort of fell smack onto a pile of paper... photo quality, ink jet, ivory. some cardstock. a few rulers.
i fell, and then i just sort of sat there. staring around.
what even is all this sh*t!!!?! --
*sigh*
my place is a mess.
it took falling, literally, on top of it for me to realize but... my place is a mess!
with this past weekend's race activities, and the previous weekend's freelance project/parents being in town, i seem to have sort of um.. neglected to keep clean.
so today.. is my day off. i'm not training, not heading to the gym. i'm skipping the group ride out at the park and although i swore i'd go swimming tonight.. i'm just not.
I'M NOT!
because i've got to get a grip.
i don't know how everyone else does it. how any of you even keep sane. between work, and crossfit, doing enough laundry to have something clean to wear each week.. finding time for the pool, getting in a good run and then of course waking up to ride on the weekends....
i'm losing my mind! its all i can do to just stay awake long enough to eat!
i look around, at my friends with this life, and i'm completely in awe.
they all have lives. they have families. jobs that take far more time or effort than mine ever has, kids to feed, husbands, wives to take care of and most of the time... they're training more than ME!
i don't know how you, or they, do it.
so i'm taking the day off. i'm channeling the monica with in, and i'm going to clean. and arrange. i'm going to fold. hang. put away and throw out.
i'm going to just be.
and then when i'm done, i'm going to sit back, prop up my feet, and thank god i'm a newbie.
i'm not supposed to know how to do it all yet.
and just this one time!!?!
that's a good thing!
Comments
When you get done with your place can you come take care of mine? It really needs some help.
Posted by: 21stCenturyMom | May 24, 2007 07:08 PM
how i do it: I wait til NOD gets home from college, and then she does the cleaning.
the other 9 months? not so much.
Posted by: jeanne | May 24, 2007 07:44 PM
I am so jealous. I really, really want to call in sick...but I can't. Besides, I think a lot of my colleagues now read my blog - I just don't know who.
Posted by: Juls | May 25, 2007 12:16 AM
How do we do it? Simple.
I have a messy house and fall asleep like an octagenarians whenver I sit down.
z-z-z-z-z-z-z
Posted by: Greyhound | May 25, 2007 08:26 AM
How do we do it? Simple.
I have a messy house and fall asleep like an octagenarian whenver I sit down.
z-z-z-z-z-z-z
Posted by: Greyhound | May 25, 2007 08:27 AM
Ohhmmm. Oohhmmm.
Harmonicaaaa Gellllerrrr.
I think that is a trademark for every SINGLE triathlete. A very messy dwelling.
Hmm. Messy Dwelling. Cool name for a band.
Posted by: Patrick | May 25, 2007 08:33 AM
Mess is inevitable. Single or not, triathlete or not, parent or not. Mess Happens.
I love "i'm channeling the monica with in". I'll have to try that.
Posted by: Larissa | May 25, 2007 10:32 AM
aww poor kid. Just keep Chandler and Joey away. Hows the CS300 working?
Posted by: winz | May 25, 2007 12:41 PM