It's warm today.
The kids cough. hack. spit. throw up.
Now it is playdough and Tori Amos. Don't laugh.
I should be out running and breathing the warmth into my lungs. I should be on the bike sweating away. I'm indoors and have no one to rescue me until Friday. I'll make up for it on the weekend but this 'weekend warrior' shit is getting tired.
Oh, and I miss my husband. ALOT.
1 comment:
Well the good thing is that you actually miss him LOL
Can you wake up ealier than the kids and do the bike then?
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