I tend to jinx myself a lot. In my last post I talked about how I was on a streak of several days without stopping. I was either walking or running. Well, needless to say, I broke my streak after that. My family and I did things that weekend, the weekend before school started back, and then life got busy.
I work about 25 minutes from home, and my youngest stepson has football practice in the town on the other side of the town where I live, so that means I leave school at 3:15, drive directly to his practice and make it for 4. I hang around and can't seem to leave because I want to be there in case he gets hurt. It's a full-contact sport, and the danger of someone getting hurt is pretty good. His practice ends at 6, then it's another 15 minutes to get home, then it's supper. I've been pretty good at being prepared ahead of time and using my slow cooker to have supper prepared. After all is said and done, it's past 7:30 and I usually have papers to correct or plans to finalize, or laundry to do before I can have some "me" time. By then I'm usually calling it a night. We go through this on Mondays and Wednesdays.
Those days are the only ones that I can say I have a legitimate excuse. Tuesdays and Thursdays, and even Fridays? I know I can always come up with an excuse, but I really don't have one.
Then there's the weekends. This weekend was a sleepover for our youngest, and now Hubby and the oldest have gone golfing, with the youngest hanging with his friend playing video games. Sorry, I'm not leaving these two unattended.
Feeling pretty low about lack of motivation.....