Her house was a mess. Solid. No question. Saturday she worked and went out with some friends. Got maybe 2 hours of sleep. Sunday she worked and was summoned right after work with the promise of wine and guitar playing and Breaking Dawn pt 2. She fell asleep during the movie.
She woke up early on Monday and went to work and went to guitar lessons and then had dinner with a friend and they discussed life and future plans, maybe a house in the Plaza, maybe writing together every Monday night... When she got home that night, only 9:45 or so, her house was a mess. But she washed her face and went to bed.
She woke up to her phone buzzing at 8:30am and her wake-up caller was quite insistent on going to the gym. Right Now. As in, 'Hurry up and get your stuff are you leaving your house yet, I'm having a bowl of Apple Jacks but when I'm done you need to be here so we can leave, I have this new pre-workout mix, did I not tell you about this, and you must try it, I've got something to show you on the computer, we don't have much time, why aren't you on your way?...'
She hadn't had caffeine yet but that was no matter. She was on her way in thirty minutes. Her house was still a mess. They didn't actually make it to the gym until 11 and they worked out for 2 1/2 hours. She bench pressed 65 lbs and he played basketball while she did the elliptical. Chipotle for lunch. They drove back, she changed, went to work. She worked until 11 that night and left and got home. Her house was still a mess. She was sore and tired and she went to bed.
Thank God for Wednesday mornings. She woke up at 7:30 and had four solid hours before any plans. Plenty of time to put her life back together.
She cleaned her house. Did the dishes sitting in the sink since Friday. Took her laundry out of the dryer (also there since Friday). Gathered her shoes, unpacked her gym bag, ate some breakfast. Paid some bills. Set an appointment. Fed her cat.
Oh man.
She wouldn't slow down for one minute, though. Everything changes. And she was so afraid of missing out on this time while she had it...
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