Blame it on the Rain

The storm last night. 

It was a good one. 

I used to love sleeping while it was raining. The sound of the rain was relaxing..especially on a Sunday morning when I was going to sleep in. 

A loud clap of thunder would wake me up at let's say...7 and I would get to roll back over and fall asleep to the sound of the rain. Maybe snuggle in with Thane and call it good til 10am. The perfect Sunday.

Then we had kids. 

Now a storm at night is nice to fall asleep to...but I lay there wondering if one of the kids will wake up screaming. 

Last night went like this. 

Me passed the F out..because that is how I sleep now. Hard. Yet any little sound usually wakes me up. 

and all of a sudden....BOOM!!!!! Downpour.

My eyes fly open and I lay really still to listen to see if anyone is crying. I thought I heard Jensen so I lay awake listening as hard as I could. 

He is on the top bunk so if he wakes up and wants to get down..he can't. I guess the other night he had a nightmare and was crying out for me. I say "I guess" because I am Mom of the Year and didn't wake up to it. So I think that guilt played a factor in how often I was up last night listening for anyone to wake up terrified. 

Once I was sure no one was awake and scared I drifted off to sleep only to be woke up by another BOOM and more pouring rain. 

Now I laid there trying to figure out how we will fit two kids and Bernie in our Queen sized bed. Parker alone is too much but now what if Jensen needs to come in? Maybe someone could use Bernie as a pillow...

I feel back asleep without a solution to that one. 

The last time I woke up I laid there doing a mental checklist of all the shit we have outside. (Hi..those neighbors here. Nice to meet you!) Racking my brain to make sure all the important stuff was inside. It went something like this:

Battery operated corvette...ya Thane said they pulled it in and I didn't see it when I came home. Not getting up. 

Garage door...down. According to Thane. If it wasn't I could bitch at him in the morning when all the garage sale stuff was wet. Not getting up. 

Water table on the deck. Well Pam..it's a water table. It's ok to be out in the rain..but shit the lid. I had the lid laying on the deck full of water for Camden to splash in. Ehh...if it blows away it will just end up against the deck railing. Not getting up. 

Kitchen window closed? What if I didn't close it and Alexa gets wet!? How will we set the bedtime timers? How will we find out the weather?! How will we play Eric Church Pandora Radio when I need a mental break?! Oh wait..ya no. It's closed. 

Rugs I cleaned yesterday and laid out on the deck to dry. Well shit. 

Those were out there still. 

I laid there wondering if they had already blown away. I finally decided that they would be too water logged to go anywhere. Then I got pissed that I'm going to have to wash them again. Unless they did blow away...I almost got up.

Then I decided no. I'll just buy a new damn rug for the bathroom because gray was boring anyways. And we don't use the one in front of the toilet anymore because with two little boys...its a really gross idea. So who cares if that one is gone?

Then I realized that no..I can't buy a new one. If we ever want to build a house I can't keep buying shit we don't need like a $14 rug from Target. ....Unless they are on sale next week or on CartWheel. Then it's meant to be. 

I almost got up and then nope. I decided if both of the rugs had been taken in the storm we will just use a towel to step on when we get out of the shower so no one dies. The new rug can come when we redo the bathroom.

I know you're all dying to know by now...both rugs made it through the storm. Yet...as concerned as I was about them last night...

they are still on the deck. 

Never Miss a Monday

I did it. 

I set my alarm and I got up at 5:45 today. 

It is a little easier when you husband comes in to say goodbye and wakes you up at that time but still. I didn't fall back asleep. I tricked myself and took a few minutes to check my phone which usually tells my body its time to get up. Because morning routine and all. 

Thane still called me at 6:15 to get me up to workout..ya I make him do that. It was actually super helpful though because he made me feel guilty for thinking about quitting halfway through. All he said was "Oh ya? Good job! K love you." But I felt guilty...you know how it is.

Was my workout pretty? Oh God no. I will admit I stopped the last round because I was just done.  I was so excited to still have almost an hour to myself to drink coffee and blog that it pulled my head out of the game.  I did make it through 2/3 of the my workout though! That is more than I did last week! 

I didn't do anything last week and I could tell. I felt flubby and crabby. Hence my vodka post. So it was actually good to take a week off and recognize how not working out makes me feel. I didn't like it. 

It was my goal to lose 40 pounds by much next month. 

I have lost 13. 

While that makes me want to cry...a lot. I am also pretty happy with where I have come so far. This is the longest I have "consistently" been active. I use quotes because if I had actually been consistently active I would have lost that 40 pounds. 

This is the longest I have been focused on becoming more fit. I may not do something every day...which is not my goal but it is life...but it is always on my mind.

I had a quick chat with Grandma Boo yesterday. She isn't actually my grandma but my kids love her and she is the most fantastic person you'll ever meet...so if you haven't met her you should. I was telling her how I have been slacking this past week and I can feel it. 

And then something amazing happened. 

The words, "I'm pretty ok with my body right now" *actually* came out of my mouth...and I meant it. I then followed up with "well we will see how I feel once I have to get into a swim suit." Why? Why do we always do that? I brought myself up..and then bam. Mentioned a swimsuit. I then came full circle with "but pssh...who ever feels confident in a swimsuit?"  I'm telling you..talk to Boo and you figure your life out. 

So, I have decided to keep my life on track by attempting to workout twice a day. If I get up early, which is totally reliant on Camden sleeping all night, it will be a lot easier to do. I will work on eating on the 21 day fix every chance I get but I will not miss out on fun things that always seem to involve food. 80/20 baby. 

Cinco de Mayo party? Sure I'll eat tacos and hell yes I'll have one of the best margaritas I've ever tasted. Culvers for ice cream? Pssh...I'll get lemon ice (cause that is better right?) but I'm still going to have a french fry for the mom tax. 

I think I'd rather have my boys see me make healthy choices but not restrict everything I do. I love it when they see me working out and then mimic me a few days later by doing squats or something. Parker sometimes gets bummed out when I told him I already worked out for the day and he isn't able to join me. Jensen usually just tries to climb on my back but I am getting strong enough to do a push up with him hanging on me. I actually did a glute bridge set with him laying on my the other day. 

So anyways. Now that I am frozen because I made myself sit on the deck while typing this to enjoy my coffee (because that is a thing you can do when you wake up waaaaay before your kids do) I think it's time to go make my to-do list for the day.

I think after 9 months of being a stay at home mom I may have figured out how to do it like a boss. Which is why my house looks like hoarders live here. Who has time to clean and finish organization projects when we just had this beautiful weekend?!

Happy Monday friends! Make it great.