Every muscle of my body is sore. Keith and I played tennis Saturday and Sunday (yesterday). For normal tennis players this wouldn't be a big deal... however, I haven't played tennis since I was a preteen. And I haven't been very active lately... hence the "Oh-So-Soreness". I just really need to step it up and start exercising every day... but it's hard working from 8am-5pm, then... after getting home at 5:30pm... figuring out how to exercise, cook dinner, clean up the house, prep for the next day, get a little quality time with my husband, and get to bed early all in a few hours. That's why I wish I was an at-home freelancer. Then I could take breaks from designing to throw a load of clothes in the wash or do a 30 minutes workout, and when Keith gets home from teaching, dinner would be ready! It really makes me frustrated everyday when I know I need to do certain things but I just can't fit them in. Normal things, like, vacuuming, or organizing my work bag, cooking... we order out more nights than I like because neither one of us have had time to figure out dinner. And I want to paint our bedroom. The paint is in the can... it's just waiting for me, but every time I figure out a good time to do it, someting else comes up or I'm just too exhausted. Grrrrr. "Ok, Epiphany! I'm waiting for you to help me here!"
abigail
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