I hate when I get to this point in my day when I feel like I should do something prodcutive but have nothing to do. I want to clean, study, or organize something. I want to get ahead but I have nothing to get ahead of. It's times like these that I wish I could bottle up and use later. Of course, when I have laundry to do, dishes to clean, a floor to vacuum/sweep/mop, a dog to take out, or lesson plans to write I'll be so exhausted or unmotivated that I'll sit in my chair and watch episode after episode of Jon & Kate Plus 8.
I think I would work out more if someone went with me to a class, like bellydancing or something fun. I don't tell Eric, but sometimes I want to work out. I just don't want him to know he's right about me. That sounds very selfish and slightly vindictive doesn't it? I think I'll tell him that I want to work out by telling him about this blog. That'll make one reader. Let the fetters begin.
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