Folding Sheets and Making Coffee


Today started out with a totally awesome green smoothie.  Banana, mango, brown rice protein powder, spinach, stevia, cinnamon, and vanilla.  OH MY….MAKE ONE.  It was like dessert for breakfast!

my rebel smoothie. dessert for breakfast! (not to mention more nutrients than an average person gets in an entire day….)

Lunch was a quick cafeteria salad to go between meetings.  Absolutely nothing fun to even think of taking pics of.

Dinner was a spicy tofu stir fry over brown rice.  Lots of onion, tomato, garlic, cumin, and cayenne.  I think my mouth is still burning, but it was fabulous.


This weekend is a 3 day juice fast.  This time I’m actually making all the juices (15 in all), so my fridge is stocked with piles and piles of fresh veggies.

I will say, that my husband clearly forgot which days I was doing it (it’s Sat-Mon).  I mentioned that “my” dinner was going to be ready before everyone elses (spaghetti), and he said…and I quote…”honey, I don’t care when you drink your dinner”.  I seriously thought he was referring to the glass of wine I’m currently enjoying, and making a slight that I was going to “drink my dinner” in the sense of alcohol.  What he thought was that my dinner was going to be a fresh juice, and was indicating that I should drink whenever I want it!  Oh boy.  Wine complex.


Yesterday was a run and strength workout.  Nothing really big (we’re talking push-ups, planks, and sit-ups mainly), but it was still really nice!

I worked out at a different gym than normal, and I almost felt like an invader.  I spent awhile walking around and figuring out what was there before running….on an indoor track (can’t remember the last time I did that!).


So my parent’s headed home on Sunday morning.  This week involved washing sheets, re-organizing everyone, and getting life back to routine.  As I was standing there one day this week folding the laundry, I realized how much I hate folding sheets.  I will do almost anything to get out of folding sheets.  And as I was standing there, I started thinking about other household tasks I hate.  I hate making coffee too.  It’s tedious and seriously gets on my nerves.  I’m usually up first, and it upsets D to no end when I make an espresso ( fast and easy) rather than make his ghetto drip coffee.  I’ll drink normal coffee if someone else makes it….but I liken making coffee to a trip to the dentist.  No thanks….

And then I started thinking about how much of the heavy lifting I do around the house cleaning-wise, and I started getting all elitist that I shouldn’t have to fold sheets and make coffee.  I do enough….someone else can do that.  And change the cat box.  And take out the trash.  I can handle pretty much everything else (even though I don’t want to).

I think this week at work was the longest week ever.  Nothing bad, but jam-packed with meetings, which left little time to actually get things done.  I have a feeling that part of my long weekend will be spent catching up on things I didn’t get to do during the workday this last week.

The kids are hoping to enjoy their last weekend before school starts.  My house is filled with a gaggle of teenagers hoping to stay up late and play video games.  Fine with me as long as I can still go to bed early 😉

R and D chilling on the couch reading. So cute!

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I am a 45 yo busy career single mom and doctoral student attempting to find her inner athlete, be a gluten-free(ish) vegan, and find a way to balance it all without going crazy! I love to cook, read, run, box, do yoga, dance, travel, and learn as many new things as I can - which often gets me in trouble.... I am passionate about life in general, and if I didn't write about it, I'd probably implode.

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