Routines

We all have them...some of us are just better at keeping them than others.  Whether it be diet, exercise, lunch dates, movie dates, or any number of other activities, people in general tend to be creatures of habit.  We have our preferred morning routine and our daily routine of how we wind down before bed.

One of my regular routines used to deal with my abdominal muscles...muscles that I think I might've lost in the past few weeks when I decided to channel the Barcelona Olympic Games and show the boys my mad skills.  I feel fluffy, and I hate feeling fluffy...

But easing back into a routine you were once used to is not always an easy task.  The rest of me is so ready to get back down to business, but the left side of my body keeps screeching, "PSYYYYYYYYYCH!" as it runs its imaginary hand up past its imaginary head.  You know you know what I'm talking about, and if you don't, we probably aren't really friends.  Some days it seems to be more willing than others...until it abruptly halts my routine when I realize my normal "power through it" mentality might do more harm than good.

Being a responsible grownup sucks sometimes. 

N had his last early game today, and I couldn't be more thrilled that there's only one game left.  OH!  So, remember how the coach told them to cheat while they were lined up for free throws?  One of the kids did it today...and got caught.  It went a little something like this:

Ref (blows whistle): Violation, Red.   Moved before the ball hit the rim.  One additional shot.
Coach (yelling): Guys!  How many times do I have to tell you not to move before the ball hits the rim?
Player: That's not what you told us at practice on Monday...

Total silence, as the coach hangs his head and shakes it sorrowfully.  I, on the other hand, am doing everything in my power to not burst into the loudest laughter ever.  I manage to hold it together, but I catch N's eye, and I can tell he's trying not to laugh, too.  Those moments are priceless.  Also, that kid deserves a parade (or at the very least, a medal) for being honest.  I'm sure he didn't realize what he was doing, but it was totally worth sitting in a freezing cold gym for that 30 seconds alone.

After the game, N left to go throw the baseball and hang out with Baby E and his dad, and B and I went to go get my hair cut.  I have the sweetest girl who cuts/colors my hair.  She was supposed to go to New Orleans this weekend to go to the Maxim party, but she ended up staying here AND she fit me in.  I'm notorious for calling her last minute, but she always figures out a way.  It's one of the reasons I adore her.  Another reason?  She always knows what's in my brain, even if I do a horrible job of explaining what I want, and she does whatever it takes to fix it if I'm not happy.  It's not uncommon for her to text me a few days after a change to see if I like it or if we need to fix it...and that, my friends, is how you get clients for life.  Unless she moves somewhere crazy far...and even then, I might consider going to her.

I like her a lot.

B and I went home after that and did some more cleaning.  Correction: I cleaned, while he played Xbox.  My mom came over to help hang some pictures I've been meaning to hang for months, but I'm probably not the best person to use a hammer on walls that don't technically belong to me, so she graciously stepped in to help.  My room still looks like a bomb went off, but it's only my room.  That's progress.  Each time I'd think we were done, I'd find something else to hang.  75% of the things we hung today came from my sister.  She's so helpful; she always sends me stuff for birthdays or holidays or just because, and it's always exactly, perfectly "me."

What has your Seester done for you lately?  I rest my case.

B and I had to run out and get a few things: light bulbs, sawtooth thingies for the back of a couple of picture frames, and things for lunch for next week.  We ended up going a few other places and trying on clothes.  I'm always up for increasing my "spring/summer" wardrobe (I practically live in dresses/shorts from April-October), especially when that dang Phil has decided we aren't really going to get any kind of winter this year...you know, except for those three or four days we already had.

I think Phil's a liar.  There, I said it.

B is the BEST shopping companion because he always says things look great.  Tonight, he kept saying, "Oh, Mom.  Oh, yeah.  Get that one.  You look great.  I just love you, Mommy."  I could hear the other people around us giggling as he repeated it over and over and over.  Then, "Uh, no, Mom.  I think that would be a poor choice in judgement."  Hahaha, my sentiments exactly, kiddo.

We came back home, put away our groceries, and now I suppose I should be clearing off my bed so I can go to sleep...but instead, I'm coming up with eleventy other things that are obviously more pressing.

Like a load of laundry (nah, it's too late), vacuuming (nah, too late again), or maybe a bubble bath.

I think we have a winner.  If you need me, I'll be under a bajillion cherry blossom bubbles...don't need me.

Aubs