Today was Monday. Mondays can be a good thing or a bad thing. It really does depend on how you look at it. It could be a fresh start or the start of the long dreaded work week. My husband and daughter and I laugh about Mondays. We really try to stick to healthy food options during the week but so many times we fail. We sometimes make it to mid-week or even the weekend until someone buys Milano cookies or chocolate or someone bakes cakes. Maybe it is a day we are all tired and give in to pizza. Our saying is always, “Eh. Monday.” It is our way of saying we messed up and we will start on Monday again. However, a long string of “Eh. Mondays” leads to just empty excuses to continue messing up and then many extra pounds. We try to do better. Mondays are still a great way to start fresh.
Now that I am working from home, Mondays are a bit different. They are still the start of the week and I try to have a motivated start. My schedules for the week are still a bit wacky and routines are still not set. I am able to run a quick errand or step outside and water some plants. So today I went to get my online groceries. I had ordered a few things from Amazon Fresh and they had already arrived at 5:30am. I put those away and I was feeling already productive. I decided to stay indoors and exercised in our workout room. It had been awhile since I had done a Beachbody workout. I have strayed away from the crazy jumping up and down ones but I still like PiYo which is the combination of pirates and yoga. I had forgotten how sweaty and how sore I get. I was dripping sweat on the mat as I tried to stay in a plank and then move into my tricep pushups. I finished and felt great. I was off to an awesome Monday!
I left the house sweaty but pumped from my workout and drove to pick up my online groceries. As soon as I pulled up, I took out my phone to check in on the app. I had missed a call. Who calls at 6:50am? Apparently your grocery store with your online order that is not ready. Technical difficulties I guess. As I sat in space #1, I decided it was worth a phone call to see if they happened to be ready. They were not. The woman on the other end of the line told me that they were 87% done filling my order. I let her know that I had a meeting and I could be back around nine. She told me that was perfect and she guaranteed my order would be filled. So I left.
I got home and planted myself in front of the computer. I sat through a meeting and took copious notes. After, I headed yet again to the grocery store to pick up my groceries. I checked in to the app and there was a woman with her mask and her neon orange safety vest approaching my car. She asked for my name and asked if I have received a phone call that my pick up was ready. I recognized her voice. She was the “you’re 87% done and guaranteed to be ready when I returned at nine” woman. So here I was. It was 9:20. My groceries should be finished. I told her that I had not received a call. She continued to tell me that she was sure my order was not ready. I had to remind her that I had already come once and talked to her about having it done by nine. She went in the store to check on my order. She came back within minutes and told me she was so sorry that they were only 97% done with my order. We went back and forth whether I should stay and wait or I should come back. I had to bite my tongue when I thought about having to come back for the third time. Thank goodness my mask was covering my face. I don’t always say what I am thinking in my mind, but I am transparent. You can tell by the look on my face. I waited and thank goodness they had them to my car in less than ten minutes. I drove home again.
I spent the rest of my day on the computer. My eyes were toast once I finished. Dinner was then prepped, cooked and eaten. I spent some time watching mindless tv and my daughter and I both agreed we wanted to crawl in bed. We cozied up in our own beds and I became totally absorbed with my iPad.
I heard my daughter in the hallway. “Ewe. What did I just step in? It’s wet. Did someone pee here?” Well it sure wasn’t me who peed on the floor! I might have gained a bit of incontinent moments in my mid-forties when I laughed too hard, but I definitely wasn’t loosing my bladder in the hallway. That leaves, one of the dogs. I stepped out of bed to check and almost stepped into a liquid something on my white rug. I continued to my daughter who had her foot in the air. “I stepped in it!” We both looked down on the floor and it was obviously gelatinous poop from a dog that had obliviously eaten something they shouldn’t have. I looked back in my room and there was Murphy sitting in her kennel with her head low. Yep. She was the culprit. I don’t know what was worse-the fact that the dog had liquid poops on the floor or that I was in the room the entire time and did not notice.
It took us a good hour to clean up. My daughter spraying bleach on the floor as I dried it with a towel and my foot. My daughter was so annoyed with me and said if I was going to get on my hands and knees to do it right, she would! I looked at her over the rim of my glasses, “I worked out this morning. I can’t fathom the idea of getting down on my hands and knees! I can barely walk as it is!”
We then decided that the rug was a goner. It was already in bad shape from numerous and previous doggie accidents that had been cleaned but still wafed an unpleasant scent of old dog urine. So, roll it up! We rolled up the rug and folded it. It took both of us since the rug took up half the room. Both of us in our pajamas moving furniture to even get to the rug so we could heave it and roll it. Now it sits until my husband gets home to help us get it out to the trash.
After the unexpected cleaning, we were exhausted. My daughter was worried about her feet and wondered if she should soak them in bleach! I told her that would not be a good idea. It had been a day. As my family tells it, “Eh. Mondays.”