Let me tell you a story...

These flowers are a reward I gave myself...Let me tell you a story...

This morning started like most of our mornings. Me hitting snooze until it is five minutes later than I should have got up. I went in and got the girls up. Picked their clothes out and then moved on to the bear aka Connor. He got up (as usual) in a horrible mood! I had to give him a quick bath because he had...well-anyways-he needed a bath. So he cried during that. We manage the rest of the morning process okay. We get the kids off to school. Perfect. I have a few minutes to shower before we need to leave for our (me and Paul) have to leave for our dentist appointment. We have to be there at 9:15AM. We get there on time. It's kind of nice. It's just me, Paul and Sage. So Paul goes first. IT TAKES AN HOUR AND HALF!!! Just to get his teeth cleaned. So-it is 10:45AM at that point. I tell Paul he is going to have to come home to get Stormy and Connor off the bus and that the daycare kids will be there at 11AM and he can just come back and pick me up when I am done. Since it should take...forever like him. Well-my cleaning went faster (for many reasons but let's not go there) and I call him. Here is the conversation:

"Okay Paul. I'm done"

"I am feeding all the kids lunch right now. I thought it would take you a lot longer. What..."

"Okay. I will walk. It's okay. It's not going to kill me"

"You are going to walk all the way from the dentist's office?"

"Yes-I'm already footing it now. I'll be home in a bit."

So I am walking. The only problem is that it has been raining a lot lately and there are more puddles than normal. Ugh. Oh well. It's not gonna kill me is what I keep telling myself. So I call my twinkie at work and tell her I am walking home from the appointment. I then rant and rave about the appointment. And I am also describing my surroundings to her. You know the puddles everywhere. The mud. The sweat running from...everywhere on me. Thank God I was wearing yoga pants and a tee shirt. During this conversation I ask,

"Is it possible to get electrocuted if talking on your cell in the rain?"

Well-why would ask that? Because I am starting to notice a rain drop here and there. Seriously, Mother Nature. Please hold off on the rain until after I make it home!!! I start walking faster. I have to get off the phone because I am sweating, walking uphill and running out of breath. I am soooooooooo out of shape. I then walk into some really high water. EWWW. My socks inside my shoes are wet. Well, keep moving fatty is what I tell myself. Nothing I can do about it now anyways. I see these pretty flowers (actually they are weeds that are springing up in a lot of yards. It's all about perspective peeps). I casually lean down and pick a few. These are going to be my trophies if I survive the rest of the walk home. I start trying to hop over some of the puddles. Are you ready for this? Mental image: 30-year-old woman walking on the walking trail...hopping over some puddles...talking on a cell phone...holding flowers in one hand...and carrying a big red purse. Yep-that would me.

Paul calls me and says...

"Do you want me to call Martin or Joy and have them come get you? Or Brenda? Or my sister?"

Yeahhh....no thanks. I am about 3 blocks away at this point. I am dying. This is the most exercise this chunkalunka has seen....let's not go there. So I make it home. After my sister-in-law passes me and keeps on going (she didn't even know it was me. No surprise there. Why would I be walking in the middle of the day down the street?). Let me tell you this.

I am sore. I need more exercise. And I really hope no one that knows me saw me hopping over puddles, talking on my cell, holding flowers while carrying my big red purse.