See, it all started because the kids decided that last night was "see how long it takes mommy to crack" night. No matter what I said, yelled, or did, they came right back with something else guaranteed to drive me out of my mind. And listen? Why should they listen???
I gave up on the belly dancing last night after Zoey the wonderpup ran into me - for the 3rd time. (This was after we had had a major discussion on why we do not play 'fetch' with her *inside* the house, and why we do not, then, play 'how high can she jump to reach the toy' inside, either). Tried to get the kids in bed, but Himself needed a breathing treatment.
Deep breath..OK. Get the neb set up, plop him on the barstool, then I took myself to the couch, pulled the Ashford Travellor to me, and...bliss.
I didn't get a whole ounce done....but it reminded me why I have my wheel collection to begin with. I've already committed myself to exercising each night; now, I'm going to try to fit in a bit of spinning each night, too.
I think the 1 oz thing got me stalled - 1 oz doesn't sound like a lot until you are actually sitting there, trying to spin it up in the limited amount of time at your disposal. I now do not care how *much* I get spun, just as long as I get *something* spun.
Tonight, we will try to play in the water sprinkler. I should be able to get quite a bit spun while they are getting themselves wet.
And, it's August...that means my new AA should be here in 2 months!!!!!