Last night I posted this workout to Daily Mile which auto-feed to facebook. I know my settings allow this to happen but sometimes I forget my "audience" is completely different between the two social medias. After changing "the plan" to account for my tired legs which left me feeling a bit defeated, I received this comment about my run.
I took offense to it.
I didn't have two extra hours in my day. I chose to use two of the hours in my day for fitness/good health. Was that wrong? Were they somehow allotted to something else? Like maybe the laundry? Or playing with my kids? Or cleaning out my car? Those are all things I need to do. Was it "extra" to give myself two hours of my day?
Let's see how my Sunday hours were spent.
Times as an approximation.
I woke up around 6-6:30 a.m. when the super secret spy had to slip off to work.
Tried to keep S'ghetti girl and her sleep over friend quite so that LBM could sleep in. I spent some of this time looking up recipes for breakfast and lunch. I spent some of it shushing the girls to be quiet. I spent some of this time clenaing the cat box. I spent some sipping coffee on the deck in the fog. I guess that time was for me. But it only worked until about 7:30.
7:30 cuddle with LBM
7:40 LBM off to terrorize his sister and friend
7:41 in kitchen, cooking breakfast while LBM ran back and forth between me and his sister
8:00 while upstairs dealing with a sibling squabble, gathered laundry to start wash
8:15 found laundry in dryer, started to fold
8:30 realized I had been in the middle of breakfast, went back to kitchen
8:31 - 9:00 cooked, wash dishes
9:01 went to find kids, discovered (their) mess in living room, started cleaning it up
9:15 realized their breakfast was getting cold, went back to finding kids
9:20 found kids outside, got them in to wash up for breakfast
9:25 finally kids eat breakfast (no I didn't eat. I didn't want any breakfast. I cooked for them)
(sausage in pancakes on sticks with warm syrup, hashbrowns, fruit, cereal, milk and juice)
10:00 - 10:10 kids finish up and leave table, yell at kids to come back and clear table and clean up
10:15 - 10:25 wash more dishes, clean kitchen
10:30 S'ghetti girls' sleep over friend's gram there for pickup, girls beg for more time, talk sleep over friend's gram into a little more time
10:45 look up recipe for whipped cream icing, the super secret spy's favorite.
11:00 remember that I have to get the laundry done before we leave for PA, back up stairs
11:15 flip-flopped laundry, notice kid's bathroom is a wreck start cleaning it, LBM back and forth with complaints of non-inclusion in the playing fun
11:30 back down stairs, txt from the super secret spy about when he'll be home for lunch, more cooking, icing cake
12:15 super secret spy home, gather kids, sing happy birthday, lunch, cake and ice cream
12:45 have the kids gather S'ghetti girl's sleep over friend's things and we take her home
1:00 back up stairs, finish laundry, fold more, pack, load car, up the stairs, down the stairs 15x
1:30 final check of the house, bathroom visits, and on the road
because I want to drive 3 and a half hours
after gas stop, food stop we are finally back in PA
5:00 LBM fell asleep on the drive, unload car, unpack
5:20 LBM awake but grouchy, cuddle him on the couch while S'ghetti girl shows me her latest duct tape creations
6:00 clothes changed, movie set, snack for kids, kids playing, on the treadmill
2 hours and 22 minutes later
I had watched Vampire Diaries, negotiated sibling quarrels, retrieved unreachable toys, hugged upset little bug men, oohed and ahhhed over 3 new duct tape creations and traveled in one place for 16.5 miles.
8:23 peeled out of soaking wet running clothes and took a super fast shower
8:30 kid time: talked with the oldest and his girlfriend, played and read with LBM and
S'ghetti girl, helped the two little ones get ready for bed
S'ghetti girl, helped the two little ones get ready for bed
9:40 S'ghetti girl in bed, LBM and I hang out and go through mail from the weekend, I try to cuddle/read/play quietly in his room to get him to go to sleep
in his own bed
but give in.
10:30ish LBM and I go to bed
10:45 finally get LBM to lay still and be quiet.
10:46 sleep
Was that 2 hours extra?
Did I somehow not give enough time to everyone else in my life?
Why do I feel guilty over that 2 hours simply because of that comment?
Should I stop feeding DailyMile entries to Facebook?
Am I just being too sensitive?
Maybe I'm still just a little tired.
