It is that time of the morning when I desperately want to go back to bed. To grab the dog and forcibly snuggle him and wake up at 10:30 even more tired than I am right now. Lately, I've been indulging in this pass time a little too often. In fact, its become a real option, like when I get up I say to myself, "well, this is a morning I'm going back to bed." or even the night before I'm all, "Stayed up to watch the Daily Show, should probably go back to bed tomorrow."
I have a lot to do today, though. I'm going to struggle through. My eyes want to close, and I could probably still find a warm spot on my bed somewhere, and the house is quiet and all the stars are in alignment, but NO! I will stay upright! I will get dressed! I will do dishes and put away laundry and make the magnetic bed! I will drop the bags off at Goodwill and the expired animal medications off at the vet, and I will pay the Visa bill!
Here's the other reason I want to go back to bed. I'm supposed to weigh myself this morning, and I reallyreallyreally don't want to. I had Kentucky Fried Chicken last night. This is only the third time in my life that I have had KFC, and it really should be the last. I had one of their bowls. And a churro. The churro was sinfully delicious and I wont be able to stop thinking about it all day, but the bowl was regrettable. I'm afraid to see what the scale says. If it could talk it would say, "Tsk tsk tsk. STAY AWAY FROM THE EASTER CANDY, YOU WHORE!"
Have a good weekend everybody! I hope your weigh in is motivating, and your Visa bill is paid, and you have bounded out of bed today full of vigor and hope and energy! If this is the case, I will try not to hate on you.
The scale does indeed hate me. I am slogging through this day, and its not getting any better. I still want to go back to bed, but I've made the bed now, so I'd have to make it twice today if I get back in there. Why is this house such a mess all the time?