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Why Didn’t You Come Over YESTERDAY?!

I had a really great start to my week. 

I got up early each morning and didn’t even lay down on the couch.  Not even for Oprah.  I went to be earlyish (11:30pm)…twice…which is also impressive if you know me.

I tried out three new recipes just so I could use up some fresh ingredients and they all turned out really good…AND they were healthy.

I scrubbed my bathrooms and cleaned my floors and organized various spaces.

I tended one of Lincoln’s friends on a couple of the days because his mom was out of town.

I did three good butt-kicking workouts!

I washed all the bedding and all the other laundry is caught up.

We have eaten at home all week.

I have played "Where the Wild Things Are" UNO, pickup sticks, Blink, colored with crayons, and even played with Polly Pockets.

We have had three soccer practices in the cold, two of which all four kids went along.

I even made laundry soap!

Well, it all came crashing to a halt today when I woke up this mornings and….it was gone.  The energy.  The drive.  The motivation. Nowhere to be found.

All I wanted to do was SLEEP.

Soooo….I stayed in my pajamas.  I didn’t even brush my hair.  I just put my it in a ponytail and brushed my teeth.  That was the extent of my getting ready today.

The one year old I tend for a few hours in the mornings came over.  I shut the door to the family room, dumped a bucket of toys on the floor, turned on Dora the Explorer, and laid on the couch.  I still interacted and played…but only from a horizontal position.  Anna retrieved various items and ran errands for me for the next two and a half hours (blush).  Kai napped.  I caught up on the latest episodes of The Backyardigans, Dora, and The Wonder Pets.  Life was good.

But I was still tired.

Soooo….I finally hauled the crew upstairs for some lunch and to wait for my friend to pick up the baby.  Nope.  Her husband did.  He has seen my in my sweats/jammies before, but it is a little more humiliating at 12:30pm.

So, a half hour later my kids are running back and forth playing with the neighbor kids through the back gate.  I decide to sneak back there and round them up.  I poke my head through the gate and call them over and as they slip through the gate I try to quietly close it without drawing any attention.


I had been spotted.

So I chat with my friend/neighbor for a few minutes.  She has seen me many times in my grubby morning splendor so I am mostly okay with it, even though she was looking all cute, as always.

Then another head pops up over the gate.

It’s Mr. B.  One of the kids preschool teachers.

No need to bother getting dressed by this point.

Anybody else want to come over and see me before I get in the shower?!  I have a really glamorous shine to my forehead and there is a part of my bangs that won’t stay in the ponytail and so it sticks up and out at an unnatural angle.  I will even stay in my baggy grey sweat pants and fifteen year old blue and green plaid oversized sweatshirt just for you!

Nope.  You lost your chance to see me all dressed and with makeup…unless you would have come during my workout and I could have said, "Oh, don’t mind the sweat.  I’m just working out."…that would have been okay too.

You missed the chance to come over when my house smelled like fresh baked muffins and Pledge and fabric softener and there was not a single crumb on my floors (k, so that might be stretching it).

When my energy returns I will take a picture and then when you do come over on my next day like today…because that is when everyone comes…I can show you what you missed.


TAGS:  Beautiful Women, Glamour and Awesomeness, Lack of Pride, Wonder Woman, Laziness, and Nobody is Home!!

  • Maryanne

    Okay, I am SOOO understanding this Kim!!! This was TOTALLY me yesterday, except I did have energy, in fact too much – that’s why I decided to stay in my sweaty, smelly workout clothes all day, “My goodness, I have so much energy today, I’m not going to waste it on a shower! I’m going to be Wonder Woman and get everything done around the house instead!”. About noon my doorbell started ringing; the UPS guy needing a signature, the bishop’s wife dropping off a lesson manual, our home teacher. Then the killer came when a friend called and said she was on her way to my house right then to take a picture of me! (Apparently she was working on her child’s scrapbook baptism page and wanted a picture of me, the Primary President, to put in it!) I was mortified. It really is not very often, in fact never, that someone wants to come and take my picture! Only on the days that my hair is glued to my head with grease. And I stink.

  • Isn’t that how it always goes? I don’t know how many times I’ve been caught like that … take today, for instance. I have hauled a bunch of boxes up from the basement to sort in the living room. It looks like a demolition crew came through here … betcha before I get it put away I’ll have unexpected visitors … but maybe not. I got my hair cut earlier today so I am dressed, have my make up on, and my hair all fixed ..;. that should keep visitors away!

  • whim

    Maryanne, getting a picture taken on grubby day takes the cake! I would have been like, “uh..cough, couch…I think I have come down with something…maybe strep? Anyway, you don’t want to get too close”.

    Are you teaching this week? I am teaching lesson #7 and I haven’t had any great ideas and I am starting to get nervous.

    Mom, can absolutely relate to that! I never get to show off my new haircuts because I have to schedule them late when Brett is home from work!