Monday, December 10, 2012

The bike called -- it misses your butt

Yes, sports fans, I couldn't bring myself to go to the gym yet again. I think it has something to do with having carried a whole tree around on Saturday morning and then toting thirty pounds of toddler Saturday evening and all day (and night) Sunday. Lack of whole sleep probably wasn't very friendly to the cause, either.

The upside is that we worked and worked at Pilates yesterday. I feel sore-but-good, even if I am about to collapse on the keyboard.

Tonight I after karate the children and I need to brave the mall in order to buy concert clothes for the boys and to get a slew of replacement bulbs for the house. And a drain snake.