I am thoroughly convinced that some people just have more than 24 hours in their day. These same people can crawl into their bed and fall asleep as soon as they close their eyes and can spring out of bed in the morning, no matter what time the alarm clock is set...wide-eyed and bushy-tailed.
These people do not give off any kind of body odor, so they do not have to bathe. These people have no digestive system, so they do not ever need to take the time to eat or go to the bathroom. They have cars that run on air, so they never have to stop for gas. It's not like they have anywhere to go, because they are all independently wealthy and do not work. They already have everything they want and need and if something new is invented, it magically appears at their home.
Let's talk about their home, shall we? The kitchens never need cleaning. The floors never need to be mopped. The carpets never need to be vacuumed. Dust never settles on the TV or the coffee table. When they put a dirty dish in the sink, it disappears and the reappears, cleaned and dry, in the appropriate cabinet. The dishes taught this nifty little trick to the laundry.
When a shirt, towel or any other piece of cloth or clothing is worn, removed and tossed on the floor on in a hamper, it also disappears and reappears cleaned, pressed and neatly hanged or folded in the closet or dresser.
They have nothing but time to do anything and everything that they want to do.
I am not one of these people.
I go to bed as early as I can. I am tired and i am sleepy, but I toss and turn because I am trying to figure out what I have to do at work, tomorrow...did I get everything done, today? In the beginning, I was awake before my alarm would sound. these days, I hit the snooze bar more and more. Some days, I don't even make it out of bed to work out and have to do them, in the evening. when I do get up, do not expect much out of me before my send cup of coffee.
I can get pretty funky and not showering is not an option. I have to eat and this diet is such that it takes time to do it right. You can't spell "microwave" with P90X. Most days I drive about an hour to work and about an hour home. I'm at work for 9 hours a day, not counting the 2 hours I am driving.
Let's talk about my home. I can clean my kitchen and a day later, it will look like I have done nothing. It's just me! Laundry seems to pile up in the strangest of places. The bathroom is not at all immune to these oddities.
Now, I have to find a way to create another hour for these workouts.
When I go leave to go to work, Ludwig is usually on the couch, looking so sad. He makes me feel guilty. The shape of his head and face seems to morph into a totally different looking dog that is just so pitiful, it breaks my heart to see. I am thinking this is just an act. When I leave, I am not certain that he is calling the other dogs in the area telling them that the coast is clear. I can imagine them having their party. there are a few in the kitchen, smoking cigars and playing poker. There are a few on my computer watching Youtube videos of cats being startled or doing otherwise stupid stuff.
Maybe one of them uses my shower and is walking around, wearing my robe. They go through my closet and pull stuff out and do the same to my dresser.
They all leave before I get home, but he mess is there and Lud just acts like that is how I left it. I'm sure this is happening. I just can't prove it. How else could my life be consumed with doing chores and duties that keep me from doing anything else? I am beginning to wonder why I am even doing P90X. It's not like anyone will get the chance to notice because I am too busy mowing the yard or cleaning the gutters to see anyone.
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