Oh dear, I feel my mojo slowly disappearing. This happens occasionally, to myself and most of my friends as well. One week you have all the get-up-and-go in the world, the next week all you feel like doing is watching The Walking Dead season three on your laptop.
Of course the less you do the less you feel like doing so it’s a case of pushing yourself through it and doing what needs to be done…sheer hard work…that and I’m all out of The Walking Dead episodes.
One of the things I did do was buy some new running sneakers. My old ones were not real running shoes, but just pretty sneakers for shopping in and I was getting heel and arch pain from them. So I dragged my sore feet to Foot Locker and bought the brightest, comfiest sneakers I could find.
- Love the pop of colour.
I think they’re better to run in, to be honest I really can’t tell though. It’s a bit like when Brad says the car brakes need looking at and I just give him a blank look because I haven’t noticed any change. It’s just running to me…I’m always far more concerned about how my legs feel like lead.
On Sunday I decided to torture the kids by declaring it a tv and computer free day. This was met with an awful lot of complaining about how bored they were and it was only 8am. Then they decided to make pancakes, then we went to Officeworks and bought drawing supplies and then the day was sorted and they were completely happy. I relented and let them watch Doctor Who with me that night. I have some sneaky reasons for doing so. One was to keep the quiet while I watched Doctor Who, two was a bit of a reward for good behaviour that day and lastly to help foster a deep love of British shows that I like to watch such as Doctor Who.
Pancakes are messy, but fun.
I’m not sure where Autumn is, perhaps we missed it this year and had a second Summer instead. As a result the creek near our house is very muddy. This doesn’t stop Melody from pretending it’s a swimming pool however. The end result is pretty yucky and smelly though, which of course she has no concept of and can’t understand why we didn’t let her sleep inside last night.
She smelt like a swamp too.
Speaking of last night, we had an impromptu BBQ at my folks place. On Monday morning we told my mum we were all coming over for a BBQ (which was news to her) and then went out and bought sausages, kebabs, salad and dessert. Dad cooked the meat and we all sat outside (second Summer remember) and had a lovely meal.
It had been so long since we’d had a BBQ that Chaise didn’t know what one was. Needless to say she now thinks BBQ’s are the bomb and even though she’s only six and the youngest at dinner ate everyone under the table. When it comes to eating, little kids are like teenage boys.