This morning my routine was shattered. The Spousal Equivalent has started working 12 hour days. 6am to 6pm. Ouch.
What does this mean? Well, the buses start running well after he has to be at work, so I need to drive him to work every day. Every. Single. Day. Since along with 12 hour days, he can also work weekends.
Now my morning includes getting up, tossing the puppy in the car, driving the SE to work, coming home, walkies, breakfast....
Did you see exercising in there? Nope.
My current plan to to take the dog out running when I get home, before I start dinner. I have a race in a few weeks and need to get out running again. Today is the perfect day to start. Let's hope that everyone and their cousin isn't outside to distract the dog!
This has also forced me to step up my game. I need to pre-plan my meals! No more trying to figure it out when I get home. I won't have the SE there to help!
In the good news department: I found my FitBit! It was in the front pocket of my work bag. I have NO idea how it got in there.
I feel your pain. Mine works 8 to 8. Sucks.
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