So much for dedication. I promised myself that I would write something in this blog every couple of days. Apparently, I'm as much a procrastinator as an instigator. Although, in my defense, it's been one heck of a week.
I have two teenage sons who keep me busy most of the time. The oldest, Zac, decided it was time to add a first to the family history and broke his wrist. This has put a wrinkle into his apprenticeship for college since he is physically unable to do the job 100%. With all the knowledge that a 19-year-old has accrued, he decided (and he was determined) that he would be healed in a week. Imagine his surprise when they put a new cast on at the Fracture Clinic and told him to come back in 5 weeks. So, his 10-minute appointment turned into 2-1/2 hours and seriously screwed up my Wednesday. After that, I booted down to Toronto for a job interview. That's excuse #1.
Thursday, another job interview, this time in town. Since it was close to the gym, I took care of my New Year's Resolution (which wasn't really a resolution, since I already go to the gym -- it was "Keep going to the gym" -- lame I know but see my first blog for an explanation) and spent some time exercising. Then I treated myself to a half an hour in the massage chair. Those things are awesome. I came home with good intentions, then got caught up in the whole job search/Facebook internet thing. I'll call this excuse #2, although it's really not much of an excuse. Truly, I don't know what I did most of the day.
Friday was my birthday. And on your birthday, you shouldn't have to do anything that's not fun. It's my rule, I'm sticking with it. I had lunch with my oldest son, then we bought birthday cheese and went to the bank. We met up with my younger son and his girlfriend for dinner which was supposed to happen at this little Mexican place but ended up being eaten in the car. Honestly, an hour and a half is too long to wait for food. Then we dropped in to the high school coffee house where my younger son was performing. He was amazing (I'm his mother, what did you think I would write?). Got home, had a glass of wine and read my Facebook birthday messages. Excuse #3 but it's a good one.
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