Okay, it's been about 175 degrees out (350 degrees with the the heat index) for about 1,000 days now. Maybe I'm exaggerating a little.
But anyway, I knew I needed to work out today. Because I ate 12 mini pretzels yesterday, which meant I woke up 5 pounds heavier. Luckily, the weight was evenly distributed: half around my waist, the rest under my eyes.
Unfortunately, I didn't get in a much-needed cardio routine today. See, Ryan had me up half the night.
For the second time in week-and-a-half, he's got a fever. The first time this happened, we were leaving for Canada the next day. At the time, I gave him Advil, Cold-eeze, Zicam and crossed my fingers. Well, we were calling our pediatrician two days later from Quebec because his fever kept coming and going. "If he's still feverish Monday, give us a call." PS--By Monday, he was fine and Cara was sneezing.
Cut to this past week. Cara is a counselor at the town rec camp. Little, sticky kids crawl over her daily. They had a "Paint the Counselor" day, and I had to cover my seat with plastic bags just to drive her home. (That's right, I still baby my ride: the suh-weet '02 Ford. Focus. Wagon. Perhaps the only thing grimier than the camp kids.)
A day later, she was at the doctor with a weird rash all over her arms. The verdict: paint-related, pore-clogging dermatosis. Two days after that, she was on the Cold-Eeze and Zicam. STICKY KIDS!
Meanwhile, Ryan goes to the Meadowlands YMCA camp. It's longer hours and they go on more trips, which makes us all happy campers! He had a blast going on three trips last week. Capped off by a sleepover at a buddy's house Friday night. I didn't get him until 5 yesterday afternoon. Cut to 12:30 a.m., 1:30 a.m. and 2:30 a.m. today: fevers. Oy! Is he fighting Cara's germs, camp germs or trip germs?!? Who knows.
Obviously, I was a up lot last night. Taking care of Ry. Woke up late. Took care of Ry. By the time I got it together this morning, it was the afternoon. The only class left before the gym closed was yoga. Good, I thought. It's so bloody hot, I don't have the energy for anything high energy. But, what does it say about me??? that I was the only one yanking paper towels from the dispenser and mopping myself off -- because the sweat was raining off me like the fat drops of a sun shower?!?
Fevers, heat waves, internal combustion -- this week, I need MANY degrees of change!