OK, I jogged.
Very, very slowly.
It felt great.
Most of the time.
We'll see what I say tomorrow.
The twins were seriously grouchy when I picked them up from daycare. Riley appears to be making a play to be a one-nap baby when clearly he's not actually ready for such a thing. But he did successfully hoodwink his daycare providers into not making him take his afternoon nap, meaning that he was a full-on Crankmeister when I picked him up. Thank goodness I had a plan. I got home, threw them in the (free from another mom of twins, very well worn but serviceable) jogger and off we went! I think I ran/walked about 2 miles. The conditions were not ideal (out-of-shape self, high humidity, after-work lethargy), but I plodded on. And boy did I plod. Oh, oh. Sad. As DoctorMama warned, I would have been embarrassed to see anyone I knew. Hell, I was somewhat embarrassed to see people I didn't know! But there was a bit of a breeze, the kids napped the whole way, and I was out there. I even passed a few people! Of course, they were walking. And it's not a competition. But still!
When we got home, we played on the deck for a bit. I wheeled Riley around in the Cozy Coupe and we splashed in the wading pool. Then I fed the twins dinner, gave them a bath, and threw 'em in their cribs. They made nary a peep. Tired wee ones.
I have that energized-from-exercise high, and I've been abuzz since the kids went down. I have a load of laundry in, some baby food a-cookin', and I ordered a certified copy of my birth certificate (bless the Internet), which is something I need to deal with one of John's retirement accounts. Yes, a certified copy of MY birth certificate. Don't even get me started. I have our marriage certificate, which this particular company also wants, but evidently that's not enough. Gar.
Since I "work" at home on Fridays, I'm trying to take care of some chores tonight so that I can spend some time relaxing tomorrow. I've no doubt that I can get a bunch of stuff done and free the time up tomorrow; whether or not I use that time for myself is a different matter entirely. I'm hopeful. I'm definitely going to cook a veggie curry recipe from a fairly recent Cook's Illustrated that I've wanted to make for a while. That counts as time for me since semi-serious cooking is something I really miss.
The weekend is shaping up nicely. I have a friend coming over tomorrow night to help with babies and wine-drinking. Saturday I'm hoping to take a walk with friends at some point, then I have a babysitter coming for after the twins go down and I'm heading to a grown-up party with drinks and fancy food and cooler-than-me music and stuff. Oooh. Sunday I'm hoping to see some friends with boy/girl twins in the morning, then in the afternoon I'm headed to another one-year-old birthday party. We know how to have a good time around here.
For now, I'm off. To eat. Something healthy! Not sure what yet.