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.
This Week on My TV: July 18, 2015
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