Today, I am excited to have a post featured over at The Heart Of Simplicity. Here’s just a snippet…
He put his dirty clothes in the hamper. How incredibly rude and unthoughtful.
Yes, really. Just wait until you hear my story and you will surely feel as sorry for me as I feel for me.
Now that I am almost 39, I have decided that getting in shape and playing sports with my husband and kids is an excellent idea. This is all well and good and I feel better than I have felt in years. If I keep this up, turning 40 (and beyond!) won’t be so bad, right? Right. Except for the fact that while I am now working my way toward being in great shape, each time I do something outside of my normal workout routine and decide to play soccer or basketball with my family, I have a very hard time walking the following day (or three). It is amazing the different muscles that are used when you are trying to kick a soccer ball out of the goal and well, who am I to think I can possibly keep up with my 7, 10, 12, and 15 year old soccer playing sons? Ah, but you’d better believe that I do try. And it sure is fun…before it starts hurting. :)
Which leads me to the day I found my husband’s dirty clothes in the hamper.