9:34am. The gym. Ok, 26 minutes until meeting with my trainer. Is there a place to lay down in the locker room? Oh shit, he saw me. I guess I'm supposed to warm up or something and now he knows I'm here so let's get this over with. Ugh, I forgot my headphones. Who is... Continue Reading →
Body of Evidence
I can tell I'm running on fumes with I start snapping at my son for doing things that are annoying but not surprising for a three-year-old, or losing it over a mess that can't be helped. Before we left Austin, I joined the local YMCA and that really seemed to help with the stress of... Continue Reading →
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