body betrayal

7-24-15

Stupid leg cramp coupled with crazy need to pee 10 minutes before the alarm went off.

Yeah, I am working at 8 minutes ahead of schedule all morning. It isn’t all bad. I liked being able to not feel like I had to rush to clock in when I got to work and it feels like I have a super power or something by not being groggy with this sleep robbery my body committed.

I was less productive than I had hoped when I got home yesterday. Then again, much of that was due to my desire to finish this book I started yesterday. I did at least use the reading time wisely. I brought the kittens up to the guest room and set them up in there. I figured they had more room and it wasn’t as warm in there.  I set up shop on the bed and read while fuzzy blurs whizzed around the room. It was pretty adorable.

We did manage a Costco run, which turned out to be the perfect time to do it. It wasn’t crazy crowded. Apparently 3:30 on a Thursday is the way to go. We let the boys stay home. I could have drug them along, but they both looked like they needed some down time. I know next week they will have time, but I also know that they will be getting my house in order for the trip, which will include laundry and packing galore.

My afternoon looks to be a little hectic what with the drive out to Manhattan Beach to retrieve my offspring and then getting them over to my folks. Dax has insisted on bringing just about all of the random sports equipment he has including his skateboard and pogo stick. It was funny how he was running around gathering things.

It occurs to me that I am going to need to figure out some form of a ball to pack for Dax on our trip to Salt Lake. That kid isn’t going to be able to spend a week without some form of kicking. I think I can either manage to get the one softer green ball he has in a suitcase, although I think I might be better off investing in a nerf soccer ball that can squish more. Then he can kick it in the hotel and not be as likely to break anything.

I am humored that Ken and I are at the point where we have an opportunity to go out sans kids and I think the current plan is to sit on our asses at home and watch tv. Perhaps I will at least suggest going out for dinner. It isn’t a wild time, but I like the idea of someone else cooking food for me.

I feel I have a number of projects for this morning. Some are work related, whereas many are not. I shall get to them now.