After my awesome run on Monday, this week was sort of a bust working out-wise. Hockey Skating Son was home sick for a couple of days which meant my only exercise during that time was rolling dice and dealing cards.
Actually that makes it sound like we were gambling the whole time. We were actually playing Trouble and Uno.
Plus there was the prank war going on at Casa DeVellis which included both boys waking me up in the wee hours of the morning two night’s in a row–once because they put an alarm clock underneath my bed that went off at 5:00 a.m. and the next night when they woke me up at 3:00 a.m. while attempting to Saran Wrap my door–and me not being able to get to sleep. I retaliated by purchasing Oreo cookies and replacing all the filling with toothpaste.
I feel at times my kids are way more mature than me.
Then sickish Hockey Playing Son decided to sleep with me last night because he wasn’t feeling well. Sleeping with a sick child results in the child sleeping and the parent not sleeping as he or she is kicked and/or slugged throughout the night when said child rolls over. Basically, sleeping with a sick child is like sleeping beside an eight-legged pony.
BUT all is not lost. I’m going to run tomorrow and bike on Sunday, and then the only missed workouts will be my swimming, speed skating, and two boot camp classes (actually now that I’ve typed it out, it seems like I’ve missed a lot), all of which have the common factor of taking place outside the home.
In other news I officially signed up for the Toronto Triathlon Festival this week. Can you guess the distance I chose?
p.p.s. Not even kidding around. I’m scared.