Somebody put grumpy juice in the water at my house and Sean and I want no part of it.
This morning was painful. Yikes.
So we just tiptoed around and hoped everyone just kept their grouchiness to themselves.
Yep…that’s about what they were like.
My work hours have been virtually “on call” all week with each day being different. Yesterday was an all day affair and I ended up running some work over to a co worker’s house at a late hour.
This exhausted self did not get yoga done in the morning (I got called in) and crashed mid typing in the evening (there was no way. I was SO COLD. I know, it was 70* and definitely no East Coast blizzard. My hypothyroid self should be ashamed. And yet….) and all of this resulted in…
no yoga. Nope.
None. For two whole days.
I am yogaless and sad.
I meant to do it this morning but ….
::insert excuse here::
hey now…that was rude.
Didn’t you read the part about the men I live with? They were so so grouchy.
When they get like that…I avoid them.
Well…my computer plug was downstairs. LOL
I had no power.
I might be a little out of control on the GIFs. But it’s like they were in my HEAD.
I will yoga tonight. Because I feel like a marshmallow and my achilles are making themselves known. and Ya’ll know the key to a healthy achilles is maintenance maintenance maintenance.
These work hours are so frustrating I am OFFICIALLY going on strike RIGHT NOW>
In that OFFICIAL ~announcing it here but my boss is on maternity leave and really no one there even reads this blog so I’m probably just talkin’ big ~ way. Ha. Good thing I like my job.
Yoga on…running soon….do what you must.