With trepidation I slowly open the window shade hoping against hope for those gray sky’s of late to be gone. My cat, Tip is sitting on the bed staring out the window and then staring at me. He’s so darn cute but if he could talk I’m thinking “not so cute”. His dialog would go something like this, “Are you ever going to get your lazy ass off the couch”, “I want to go outside again”, “could you cut up some fresh shrimp for me”, “come on you guys wake up already”, “my litterbox needs to be cleaned”, “I’m bored”, “I want some attention”. Is that what it’s like to have kids, how exhausting.
I know I should put my sneakers on and take a walk around the park, get some exercise. I don’t know why its so hard to get motivated. I’ll see how I feel after I’ve eaten some breakfast and showered. I’d like to say that I’ll definitely do it, but I don’t like to tell lies. Until we meet again…..