Day 128
11/09/09 13:13 Filed in: Diary
Work, Work, Work, Work, Work and he complains because I'm not doing exercise!
I thought Friday was traditionally the day people wound down from work in readiness for the weekend. Lots of workers even finish at lunchtime so they can enjoy a longer break. Not me, not today. The day didn't exactly start off great.
For some reason my partner got a bee in his bonnet about my lack of exercise again. He is convinced we should start a private gym membership. This is dispite the fact that he says he only likes playing sports such as tennis and football, and finds going on a treadmill, stepper and rower boring. Also this is despite the fact that we have a treadmill here at home, (well in the garage, but I can still get to it), and I don't have time to go on that, so why would I have time to visit a gym? Plus, I know from past experience that I may go regularly for the first few weeks then it will lapse, and all that money would have been spent for nothing. I know, I shouldn't be so defeatist. Just because something didn't work in the past doesn't mean you should stop trying. My, and every other, "second time around" relationship is testament to that, but I also know what I am like and I know my motivation will lag pretty quick. They are so expensive anyway. I went along with his plan of checking a couple out because I thought it would be good for the kids. I thought I would be able to take them swimming in a nice pool, with nice changing rooms, rather than the cold, quite grotty, municipal ones. However the prices for the kids are too high to justify paying for them to be members, especially when you consider the limited time they could go. Then to take them as casual swimmers looks even worse. They swim for free with the council so why would I want to pay five pounds or more for each child to go into a smaller pool just because the changing rooms are nicer? Also the time restrictions for some places on when you can take the kids mean it would just never happen.
By the time my partner and I had finshed having this lengthy debate over "to gym or not to gym" I was late getting youngest ready for school. I wasn't in the best of moods, I can tell you!
When I got to the school I noticed all of the other mums saying goodbye to their kids by the door. They were no longer going in. I then saw a big note on the window asking if all parents could not come into the school as their children should be settled enough now to go in on their own. The note was put up in readiness for the day before, but I was so late yesterday I hadn't noticed. Youngest was a bit reluctant, her hand grasped mine a little tighter than normal, but she went anyway. I was proud of her. She has come a long way since the days when she would scream her head off at nursery if a new member of staff so much as spoke to her let alone tried to hold her.
When I got back I got stuck into some work for our business. I was so engrossed with my work I had to make a mad dash out of the door to collect youngest when her time was up. How can my partner say I'm not getting any exercise? He just needs to see me hurtling down the road trying to get to the school in record time to know that isn't true. I end up being just on that cusp between walking and running so my legs feel like jelly by the time I reach the school. I'm not late though which is good.
When I returned home youngest was tired and wanted to watch some TV. So I let her while I carried on with some more work. My partner was due back within the next hour so I was waiting until he was back before we ate lunch.
After lunch it was back to work. Youngest played happily on her own in the office, whilst the two of us worked, and worked, and worked. We were going to go out for some food but in the end it was so late by the time we raised our heads that we settled on a take away instead.
I love the work I am doing now but I can see why people say that running your own business is such hard work. Eating your take away dinner at eight in the evening becuase you were working too much to make it. Then returning to work after it. On a friday night. That is not exactly an easy ride. I only hope this doesn't become a regular Friday activity!
For some reason my partner got a bee in his bonnet about my lack of exercise again. He is convinced we should start a private gym membership. This is dispite the fact that he says he only likes playing sports such as tennis and football, and finds going on a treadmill, stepper and rower boring. Also this is despite the fact that we have a treadmill here at home, (well in the garage, but I can still get to it), and I don't have time to go on that, so why would I have time to visit a gym? Plus, I know from past experience that I may go regularly for the first few weeks then it will lapse, and all that money would have been spent for nothing. I know, I shouldn't be so defeatist. Just because something didn't work in the past doesn't mean you should stop trying. My, and every other, "second time around" relationship is testament to that, but I also know what I am like and I know my motivation will lag pretty quick. They are so expensive anyway. I went along with his plan of checking a couple out because I thought it would be good for the kids. I thought I would be able to take them swimming in a nice pool, with nice changing rooms, rather than the cold, quite grotty, municipal ones. However the prices for the kids are too high to justify paying for them to be members, especially when you consider the limited time they could go. Then to take them as casual swimmers looks even worse. They swim for free with the council so why would I want to pay five pounds or more for each child to go into a smaller pool just because the changing rooms are nicer? Also the time restrictions for some places on when you can take the kids mean it would just never happen.
By the time my partner and I had finshed having this lengthy debate over "to gym or not to gym" I was late getting youngest ready for school. I wasn't in the best of moods, I can tell you!
When I got to the school I noticed all of the other mums saying goodbye to their kids by the door. They were no longer going in. I then saw a big note on the window asking if all parents could not come into the school as their children should be settled enough now to go in on their own. The note was put up in readiness for the day before, but I was so late yesterday I hadn't noticed. Youngest was a bit reluctant, her hand grasped mine a little tighter than normal, but she went anyway. I was proud of her. She has come a long way since the days when she would scream her head off at nursery if a new member of staff so much as spoke to her let alone tried to hold her.
When I got back I got stuck into some work for our business. I was so engrossed with my work I had to make a mad dash out of the door to collect youngest when her time was up. How can my partner say I'm not getting any exercise? He just needs to see me hurtling down the road trying to get to the school in record time to know that isn't true. I end up being just on that cusp between walking and running so my legs feel like jelly by the time I reach the school. I'm not late though which is good.
When I returned home youngest was tired and wanted to watch some TV. So I let her while I carried on with some more work. My partner was due back within the next hour so I was waiting until he was back before we ate lunch.
After lunch it was back to work. Youngest played happily on her own in the office, whilst the two of us worked, and worked, and worked. We were going to go out for some food but in the end it was so late by the time we raised our heads that we settled on a take away instead.
I love the work I am doing now but I can see why people say that running your own business is such hard work. Eating your take away dinner at eight in the evening becuase you were working too much to make it. Then returning to work after it. On a friday night. That is not exactly an easy ride. I only hope this doesn't become a regular Friday activity!
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