The kids went back to school on Wednesday, but I was in the office. Yesterday was my first day working from home in complete silence. And i mean complete silence. I sent Lee to the store so I was home all by myself. I could hardly work because I was just giddy about all the silence. Ah, silence.

But it wasn’t just the silence. It was the privacy too. Just because I could, I went to the bathroom with the door open. I never pee with the door open. Never. In fact I usually close the door and lock it before I put my tushy on the toilet. And I changed my clothes in the hallway rather than in the bathroom or the laundry or my bedroom. I was so free. It was so nice. I really missed having the house all to myself.

Around the lunch hour I was sitting on the couch. I was trying to decide if I was going to go take a nap or run on the treadmill. I’ve been kind of a lazy ass this summer. And by kind of I mean I haven’t done any physical activity other than walking from my bed to my desk for more than two months. Although I do have to walk down the stairs to get to my desk, so it’s almost like doing the Stairmaster. You know, if the Stairmaster only went downstairs and only ran for about 2.4 seconds.

But a nap sounded so good. And not just a little cat nap on the hard couch with no pillow. No I was envisioning a nice comfy nap under the covers in my bed with my head nestled nicely in to my pillow. With nobody fighting over some stupid video game or crying because their brother hit them I could have had a good solid 30 minutes of interrupted nap. And that sounded damn good.

But as I was sitting on the couch I noticed my belly fat hanging up over my belt saying a big hello to knees and I realized I needed to get in a little exercise. So instead of heading upstairs for a glorious nap I put on my workout clothes and jumped on the treadmill. And by jumped I mean groaned and moseyed over to the machine.

35 minutes later I was sweating like I’d just spent an hour in a sauna, but I felt good. That’s the thing about exercising. You feel great afterwards, but it takes so much effort to get to that point. It hardly seems worth it.

When Lee got home from the store I started to put the groceries away. And what did I find in the freezer? A left over butterscotch Dilly Bar from Dairy Queen. There was only one left. And I have five kids. So I had to eat that Dilly Bar. After all if I didn’t then the kids would fight over it and somebody’s feelings would get hurt. Eating it was the right thing to do. Because that’s how much I love my kids. Sometimes I need to make these sacrifices.

Plus I ran walked briskly on the treadmill. So I deserved it.

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