I rode my bike last night. Only for 20 minutes or so, but my butt is sore this morning, so it totally counts for something. It felt so nice outside, and feeling that breeze on my face as I pedal along - I really love that feeling. I told Jimi last night I wanted to get up and go to the gym this morning - some mornings he stays in bed while I get up with the girls, and I wanted to make sure he knew I had a plan for the morning and it required him to be up and at 'em. (He's so good to me, I am trying really hard to not set him up for failure, and I know that if I hadn't said anything, and he tried to catch a few more minutes of sleep, I'd end up pissed at him for ruining my plans I made in my head and never shared with him. That's not very fair, and he never does that crap to me but I do it to him all the time. So I'm working on it.) Cora had us all up by 6, and she and I were both super congested and coughy. I nearly talked myself into skipping the workout, but dammit, that's what I do every other day. If I want to feel better, to do the things I enjoy, like working out, I have to stop making excuses and skipping shit all the time. I'm 37 and I've never stuck with anything I've started except this marriage and parenting these girls and I'm probably only sticking to these things because Jimi is just amazing and parenting isn't one of those things you can just quit doing. So I went to the gym. I walked Finn first, even. And then I went to the gym, and it was as awesome as I remember. I felt strong and got sweaty and my muscles got that awesome shaky feeling - I love everything about working out except trying to get myself to go do it.
The girls are sweet today. Loving and laughing and playing together without fighting and not whining. I bought mini ice cream sandwiches and some fruit snacks at the grocery yesterday - they are a hot topic of conversation today. Geneva has been asking for fruit snacks and trying to negotiate her way into some all day - the final agreement is she can have some with snack, at 10 a.m. She has to eat her carrots first, though. (She chose carrots - the other options were broccoli and cauliflower, but carrots won out.) That's good - she eats carrots by themselves. Broccoli and cauliflower require Olive Garden Italian Dressing for dipping, as does salad. But they eat veggies, dammit.
Looks like we have a Costco trip in our future today; Cora needs more Claritin. I still need to address that laundry. Oooo! Tonight is Game of Thrones. I love Sundays. I love today. I love this silly little life.