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Every year it’s the same. I want to get started on my yearly goals, but just about everything goes wrong. So much so, that it’s pretty comical. It’s a good thing that I have a sense of humor.
Back to Monday, January 3rd – the first Monday of the year – the day that I usually get started on my goals. After a weekend of splurging to which I was absolutely sure that I have gained a few pounds from, it was time to start to work on my health again.
Working on my health would include: getting enough sleep, exercising and eating right. I figured I would at least get into one of these habits this week and work on another later. Sometimes doing it all at once can be overwhelming.
What happens starting just minutes after Midnight of January 3rd? One of my kids wakes me up staying that she had a nightmare. The strange thing is that it’s my oldest daughter – who never has had sleep problems before.
After a few minutes of comforting, I go back to sleep, only to be woken up again at 2:30, by the sound of Schnook howling. I got up to take her outside, got the leash on her, only to have Princess, the hyperactive mutt, tangling in the leash, which causes Schnook to go into a full blown panic.
I manage to get them untangled and brought Schnook out the front door, only to close the door on the folded rug. The door didn’t close completely, but I thought that the crack was inconsequential compared to cleaning poo off the floor. The problem is that I was so tired, that even the cold air didn’t wake me up enough. So by the time I reached the door, I had forgotten the rug and pushed the door, effectively wedging the rug between the door and making the door immovable.
It’s now about 3:00am. I have a partially opened door in the middle of winter, and the puppy didn’t go outside. It took me about 20 minutes to figure out that all I needed to do was grab the large flat screwdriver and work the rug fold out (hey, my brain was still sleeping, give me a break) but another 10 minutes to get it because I slipped on a puddle of urine that’s supposed to be outside. Fortunately, I was still wearing my shoes and I didn’t actually fall in it.
I cleaned up the mess using the swifter mop and it only took me a few minutes to work the rug loose – possibly because of the adrenalin of almost breaking my neck on puppy pee had woken me up. I went back to bed almost 3:40 and promptly stayed awake.
Oh well, perhaps I can at least attempt to catch up on cleaning, right? I sleep a little late so I’m only a partial zombie and I prep myself to catch up on dishes. Turn on the faucet and…
No water.
Yes, the city water, for some strange reason, was not flowing. No water, no dishes, no clothes, no mopping, and no general cleaning. My sprayer was empty and you can’t mix a cleaning solution without water.
Fortunately, we have some stored water in 2 1/2 containers for flushing and if I really get desparate, for cleaning.
The water came back after noon. So all wasn’t lost, but getting organized was also put off for another week.
By the time I got some of the major cleaning done, thanks to many other minor interruptions, it was 10:00pm.I didn’t get to exercise. But I decided that it wasn’t going to deter me. I turn on the Wii and completed a half hour of exercises and games.
Fast forward to today, I manage to catch up with dishes, but only after buying some paperware. I did record some video yesterday and monday, and I manage to exercise at least for two days. I decided to take a break today to recover from the soreness of the last two days and resume exercising tomorrow.
Well, that’s how my year usually starts out. Don’t know why, but it usually doesn’t discourage me. As a matter of fact, it makes great material for a blog. So maybe starting out on the “wrong” foot is actually the right foot.
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