I’m used to trudging along my daily routine. Get up, pack bento, choose outfits for girls, make breakfast (may it NOT be cereal and milk), braid hair, shoo H out of the house to ensure she makes bus, get ready for work, herd little one to car, drop off at school, drive to work, and WORK.
Sometimes a hiccup sets my schedule way off course. Other days, I arrive at work unruffled, early, and presentable.
Needless to say, today was an off-day with the little one’s pre-K performance taking over prime time from 11:30 – noon, and my attempts to work remotely being thwarted by every other element.
I’m happy to say, I managed a run to Kerber’s Farm – a farm stand I’ve watched over the past 18 years go from functioning farm stand to neglect – and then to rebirth.
I will post a photo of my indulgence of the day that left me with massive “workout” guilt, addressed with “but-this-was-so-incredibly-delicious” indignation.
Fried egg and roasted vegetables on a homemade cheddar biscuit…. Inhaled in two minutes, BEFORE I reached route 110, less than two miles away.
If I were a cat, my paws would have been washing my eyebrows, and behind my ears.