Okay, here's the deal: this week I am the story teller at our church's VBS. The kids rotate through 5 stations while at VBS, and I am up against: games, crafts, snacks and a movie. Really, the story has the potential to be a complete downer when pinned against those major opponents. My goal this week has been to make it the best of the stations, or, at the very least, to keep it from being the most boring. This means I've been doing a lot of prep and a lot of fretting, as I often do before a performance. That's exactly what these stories have been: a major performance.
Now, with all this prep has come a lot of anxiety. The fear of the unknown always gets to me, and with each day's story comes a major fear of the unknown, mainly, will the story fit within the time perameters? Add to that the fact that I started a new job this week. It's not a major job. I'm watching my friends' 3 rambunctious girls 3 days a week. They are very sweet girls, and I adore them, but it was just one more thing to pile on to this week. All of this has led to 5 very sleepless nights in a row. And because I have to be up and out of the house really early, my workout alarm clock has been going off before 5 every day. And not only all of that, I had Colorado, where I had an amazing time but didn't sleep all that well and 2 days after returning from that, I had camping where I slept even worse. And then right into VBS.
I. Am. Exhausted.
That's why the blog yesterday was pitiful. I squeezed it in before bed. And that's why today, I'm telling you, without too much guilt, that I didn't even bother to do Ab Ripper. I did the legs and back, and my poor body was just done. Done, I tell you. Now you know why.
Today's the last day of VBS, and I'm assuming I'll be able to welcome the return of sleep and the ability to not do these workouts half asleep.
Day 39: Brought as much as I possibly could.
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