It's Thursday evening around 9:30, I am half-watching a French film on SBS, am pointedly ignoring the stack of laundry beside me begging to be folded, and hoping that the black cherry candle I just lit will mask the smell of fried fish left over from our fish tacos tonight.
Jus and Chelsea are sleeping after working a long day, J is sleeping after an evening playing Nintendo with Jus, Murphy is snoring after a long play in Central Park keeping her tennis ball safe from a group of Labrador puppies.
C2, as he has been often of late, is in Perth.
We've all been on a slightly new schedule of late. Jus and Chelsea are now working. I work Mondays and Wednesdays, and Chelsea and I have committed to an AMAZING yoga class on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday evenings. We're doing Ashtanga yoga which has been helping with a chronic lower back problem that has been plaguing me.
Making those 7:00pm classes though means sprinting home after the school run to prepare dinner, complete homework, and get the kitchen cleaned before our 6:40 sprint out the door. J is loving his alone time with Jus; it's a frantic win-win!
My exercise regimen has been impacted by this nagging back issue in that I've had to take a sabbatical from running...and just when I bought my new bright pink Adidas. Unfortunately, those extra 5-10kgs I've been carrying around for 18 months, since I first discovered Tim Tams, aren't going to lose themselves. So...Justin has put together a program for Chelsea and I that involves yoga, swimming, and some viciously mean circuit training. That's all ok but he's also dictated that we must drink 2 litres of water a day, eat at least 8 vegetables a day, and cannot eat a morsel after 8:00pm. NOT A CRUMB!!
I've been finding myself desperately hunting public loos for the last week, and finding that by 8:01pm, I'm starving.... He might be on to something though, I'm down almost 2kgs in the first week. I haven't seen the arrow move in that direction in quite a while.
It's now 10:28, Justin, Chelsea, and J are still sleeping. The French film is still droning on, but I've lost the plot, Murphy is now staring at me, waiting for her last walk and bedtime meal. Me? I'm starving! How was your evening?