So the other day, I said that I didn’t even feel sore from p90x. Uh just wait a day or two then try to do the next arm workout. I can barely type right now. MY chest, arms, shoulders, pecks, abdomen, forearms, triceps and biceps all freaking hurt. If pain = gain, i’ll be buff by tomorrow morning.
Today was a rough day at my house. I cleaned and watched kids, I worked out and in general accomplished nothing. I tried to let Dy do her stuff today. I did get to play outside with Jack and Tori, so that was kind of nice. I managed to clean the kitchen and part of the front room. Cleaning the front room was mainly so I could work out without tripping on blocks or toys.
I am unfortunately not really tired right now. I did get to sleep soundly for hours this morning. I guess my body needed it. Although my contacts are burning a bit right now, but that’s probably from dehydration. Speaking of dehydration, it is time to take my anti-hypertension medication. I love being a thirty something.
Tomorrow some of us are heading to the therapist. We get to discuss my issues of obsessive compulsive disorder and try to find a compromise with miserable step child who won’t follow any rules or clean anything even if she messes it up. RANT over. But to say I am not too thrilled is enough. What are they going to say. I am partially at fault. Sure I want a cleaner house. Sure, I want some help cleaning it, Sure I realize there are toddlers and teens and in-betweens. Sure I realize there are only 24 hours in a day, Sure I realize that the female in-between is still not adjusting to living in a house with rules and expectations. Sure I realize that rambling on about it will not accomplish anything. Well nothing else worked, so let’s see a therapist and hope she can find a compromise.
I am willing to compromise, I already have, I have given everything. Well I am sick of it. I will clean, I will keep it clean, I will work out everyday I am home, I will not ask anybody to do anything any more. If it needs done, I will just do it. Speaking of which, I will need to do some laundry tomorrow.
I am heading to Vegas in like 18 days. I will have very little money, I will not be able to afford shit, so I will have to carefully waste time at table games and nickel slots to get free drinks. I will have to find the $1 hotdog place and the $2 margarita’s. Did I mention I am going for an interview?
Ok maybe I am more tired than I thought, I will probably try to get up and take Torio to school. Tomorrow will be therapy, cleaning, and possibly pre-packing for Vegas. I might as well start getting ready. It appears that there is no reason I would not get the job, so I might as well get ready.
So off to bed I go, sore as hell, falsely tired, and very much worn out. Funny thing is my headache that I awoke with is finally gone 10 hours later. Hope that stays away.
