Today Hudson combined exercising with snack time (quite an odd couple.) He would come and get a goldfish cracker from me, run and pull himself up into the rocking chair, sit down, and then run back to get another cracker and repeat the process. Maybe he's seen me do too many things at once, that he's suffering from my same illness. I really think there's something wrong with me. I cannot hold still and relax. Yesterday was no exception. I weeded my garden and flowerbeds, sprayed more weeds, (anyone else have a weed problem?) pulled out my expired pea patch, did laundry, put up Hudson's swimming pool, had Tristan over to play, sewed her a skirt, fixed lunch, went to Gem Lake (wakeboarded, tubed, skied) completed 2 scrapbook pages for Tristan, mowed my lawn, put out my pipe on the lawn, and fixed dinner at 10:30 pm. I need to learn to pace myself. But since Brent and I are hoping to go on a backpacking trip tomorrow, I have a lot to get ready.
2 comments:
Slow down. You are making the rest of us look bad.
Not only that, you make us hate you. And think you need some therapy!
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