As I prepare to have my life disturbed by these words yet again, my anxiety level begins to rise. Not only do these words mean that parenting is about to get harder due to distrupted sleep and family routines, but also they are a reminder than I'm basically unfit. Physically and mentally.
It's like I'm the target of some psychotic cosmic joke (or should I say nightmare) in which I'm living in a Cult for the Unfit where the loud speakers constantly remind you that you need to exercise, exercise, exercise.
If I'm lucky enough to sleep through the noise, I'm rarely lucky enough to ignore the message that it pumps in to my psyche. Many a time I've woken-up in a cold, anxious sweat with an overwhelming urge to get straight to the gym...only to realize that the gym is closed for an exercsie!!!!!!
2 comments:
That is so funny...I hadn't thought about it that way. I'm in denial. Now, however, I will be thinking of it EVERY time. :) Maybe it will motivate me?
Too funny! I'm sorry those three words are haunting you so!! Thanks to you, they might haunt me next time too!!
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