Walking in Circles around the House
We had an ice storm yesterday, and then it snowed on top of that, and then we all went down and shoveled the snow off the ice. And now I can't walk anywhere. Because of my fibromyalgia, I am supposed to walk 45 minutes a day, and it really does help--but unless I drive somewhere and go mall walking, there's no safe place for walking 45 minutes. I can hardly walk 30 seconds down the driveway without killing myself. So I am walking in circles around the house.
It seems hot in here, hotter than usual, probably because I'm working a lot harder physically than I usually do. Puff, pant. I prefer to do my physical work outside--if it's not icy, that is, puff, pant. At first, I try to accomplish something. I carry things upstairs that have been waiting to go up, I carry things downstairs that have been waiting to go down. I pick things up, I move things around that need to be moved. But the next layer down is more complex. I carry junk mail to the recycling. But soon I reach a point where the tasks require sitting and writing something, or sewing something, not just walking around. I'm hot and want to go outside, but I can't. I'll fall down and break my neck on all that ice in the driveway. So I walk aimlessly around around and 'round in circles until I can't stand it any more. I've only walked 15 minutes, but dang. I'm taking a break, not because I am tired but because it all seems so pointless.
I'm in a bum mood anyway. Piano boy came home and announced we had to cancel his piano lesson because he had a choir rehearsal tonight. Surely he knew about it before 10 minutes before he was supposed to be there! I make a phone call and am told it's 4 to 6 so I don't cancel the piano lesson at 6:30, but then, after I drive Piano Boy somewhere I have no idea how to get to for his rehearsal, he calls to tell me it's 4-7 and I have to cancel the lesson and make new plans. I apologize profusely to his substitute teacher.
When I look for some note about the rehearsal and concert in PB's backpack, I find two bad report cards that he never gave us. The concert is not on the school calendar and we have received no note. PB says it's Saturday evening, but he doesn't know when. What if we've made other plans? Sometimes I almost understand why some parents strangle their kids. PB would be a good candidate for that. I don't believe in corporal punishment, but couldn't we just stick pins into him or something? So round and round I walk, Trying to think of something to cheer me up after all the stress of dealing with the kid. I think about eating chocolate. That would help, but I'm allergic to chocolate. A glass of wine? Round and 'round, 'round and 'round. Are we having fun yet?
6 comments:
Uh oh. That all sounds quite maddening. I think you should have the glass of wine. One glass of wine won't spoil your diet.
Oh dear. Sometimes when I've been sitting on the couch doing school work for hours I get up and jump around like a crazy person. I do kicks and punches and spins and anything else that involves my entire body. This lasts only a few minutes but I feel vastly improved after (and slightly warmer).
I used to do jumping jacks. Or dance. Maybe I should dance. That sounds like much more fun--but I'd have to find the right music--BB prefers classical.
If it's cardio you want, put in a exercise tape and put it on fast forward.
LOL!
I'm not that speedy, prolly.
I was going to suggest dancing, too. Something Mowtown usually puts me in a better mood. But, I've decided like Nadine's idea. Maybe you should invest in a punching bag.
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