Thursday, September 4, 2008

I Had The Day Off.

Now I realize why Al Bundy just wanted to come home, unbutton the top of his pants, and flop in front of the television.

I'm normally off on Mondays, and since Labor Day took over my regularly scheduled day off, I was work free today; what follows is a log of what a day off consists of.

Up at 8:30, I took Rakes to pre-school followed immediately by me getting my oil changed and my car inspected. I should point out it was June when it lapsed, but baseball season just totally throws me off my game.

Ran home, took a shower, and ran a razor over my face in less time than it takes Papi to step out of the box, give the ump a "what in the world did you see?" look, spit on his hands, and step back in. From there, I went to school to eat with Ciera (I actually just WATCHED her eat, being that it was 10:45 a.m.), and went to pick Rakes up.

Came home, ate lunch, played Lego's with Rakes until it was naptime. When Ang took Trot up for his nap, Rakes and I retired to my bedroom to watch "National Treasure" and theoretically take a nap; never happened. Problem one was I forgot what a good movie it was and problem two was Rakes CAN'T SIT STILL.

We rush through dinner to get to his soccer practice on time, where he proceeds to score 2 goals and 1 assist in 35 minutes before we get to head home; upon arrival, he hits the bathtub and we settle down to read books while the Redskins game plays in the background.

At 9 O'clock, the 'Skins are down 16-7, he's fast asleep, and I'm reading about mice thinking snow is Ice Cream for 15 minutes until I realize he's already in tomorrow.

As a result of today's events, I've realized a few things. Number One? I hate off days even more than I thought. Number two? I have no idea how Ang does this everyday.

And Number three? I think I need to hire a personal trainer ASAP.

Either that or I need to enlist with Nationwide Insurance.

'Cause life REALLY does come at you fast.


Tex said...

you? with a personal trainer? Bwahhhahahahahahaaahahahaaaabwaaahhhaaaa

Tree Newt said...


Ted D said...

Tex, I'll have you know I'm in great shape. If I was 89 years old.

Mattie, I'm in hot pursuit!

Christine E. said...

Hey Ted:

I would have to agree with with Tex on the persona; trainer thing....LOL

We have my stepkids (3 girls, incl 2 teens) all next week while their mother is away...I'll be feeling your pain VERY soon...

Mike Lowell, not back 10 minutes and he hits a homer--I love that guy!

Hope you and yours as well

Go Sox!

Ted D said...

Christine, long time no see! What is it with you people and the personal trainer? I'm as healthy as a horse; granted a 65 year old crippled horse, but it's still a horse.

Good luck with the step kids next week! Just remember, you'll only have them for the week. ;)

Mike Lowell is epic; first ab in about a month and he goes yard!