Two Hours

Yesterday afternoon the gods somehow decided that I needed a two hour break and got both boys to sleep for a good portion of the afternoon at the same time. Amen. Hallelujah. When I was young two hours seemed like an eternity....for.ev.er. The older I got, the shorter I realized two hours really was. And the last two hours of both of the boys' births just flew by.

So how do I now approach the two hours I miraculously received yesterday? As a gift. Yes. As a reason to take care of household chores? No. This is what a responsible person should have done:

1) Laundry
2) Cleaning
3) Bills
4) Nate's scrapbook (after spending too much money at Michael's I must prove I will use all the ridiculous stickers I bought)
5) Work out.

This is, instead, what I did:

1) Watched soaps
2) Did email and read my favorite advice chat at Washingtonpost.com
3) Ate lunch but talked myself out of too many brownies
4) Worked out (yes, I did do this, but just weights and some sit ups, nothing intense like cardio)
5) Sat on my butt with the TV muted and just....sat.

I guess the responsible portion of me that worked out was really just being selfish since I want to lose the weight this time. Ah, well. We will all learn someday that two hours doesn't always come so easily and so we should eat more brownies and watch more soaps and just relax a bit more when given the chance.

Because then...the children awoke.