Fitness Friday: Fugghettabouttit

Sometimes, I make myself laugh. I hope I make you laugh too. Just looking at that crazy word fugghettabouttit makes me giggle.

The day after my last Fitness Friday post (I just typed "Fitmess" which is truly a more appropriate word.) I was hurrying from the back of the house to the stairs (why was I hurrying...I have no idea) and in an ironic twist of fate, I smashed my pinkie toe into the vacuum while at top speed. It didn't feel so good. In fact, I thought for sure I had broken my toe. For days, it hurt just when I was sitting, much less when I walked around on it. 

You can imagine how much exercising was going on during these days. (Not much.)

I am realizing this was now two weeks ago. Two weeks! Where does the time go, people? (Person? Is anyone reading this blog? Actually, I know Mindee reads, and I know my mom reads...so hello! And thank you!)

I'll tell you where it goes. It goes faster and faster, as each day passes, into our personal histories, made up of laundry, and dishes, and stores, and school, and driving, and brushing teeth, and procrastinating cleaning, and listening to three children play tin whistles or a recorder. 

I'll tell you another thing. That will take some years off of your life. I love them. I love these kids. But...the tin whistle? The recorder? I need some ear plugs. And maybe some blood pressure medicine.

So, my toe. My poor, bruised toe was, for a while, out of commission as far as exercise goes. I can now wiggle it without feeling any pain whatsoever, and I am very grateful to report a full recovery. And I had good intentions, the best of intentions, to exercise tonight (and I still might squeeze it in...it's a new Friday, after all) but around 5pm I remembered that I had told a friend that her daughter can spend the night tomorrow. And then I remembered that my house looks like a tornado went through it. And all of the bathrooms need to be cleaned. And thinking about these things did not lift my spirits. In fact, I closed my eyes, curled up in a ball, and pretended to be somewhere else. Possibly at a Rangers' baseball game.

BUT THEY'RE NO LONGER PLAYING THIS YEAR! 

Sorry.

I did get up and get dinner ready (I even made banana bread!) and eventually got all the kids in bed. But I am still facing down some laundry piles that make Mount Everest look like a mere speck of an anthill, as well as some messes that just need to get put away or thrown away. 

Ask me how project Clear Off Flat Surfaces is going. Go on. Ask.

So, my exercise tonight might have to come in the form of going up and down the stairs a few hundred times, and pushing the vacuum through the house. At least if I'm behind it, I can't whack my toe on it. Theoretically.

Comments

[Mindee@ourfrontdoor]

I think housework totally counts as exercise. Maybe you could jog in place while you fold the laundry just to be sure though. ;)