The Business Trip

It's been a while since I've had to fly solo here at the house overnight.  So naturally Scott's trip to Mexico City was not pleasant news to my charmed-life-ears.  We've been spoiled with the lack of the-s-word* in this household for far too long it seems.

So anyway there I was waking up on the departure date and feeling like this might be the worst day of my life (drama queen alert).  I was just not sure how exactly I was supposed to fill these days with things to do.  Or how I was supposed to scratch my own back.

I had a few ideas on how to make the time pass.  Namely cleaning, grocery shopping, and wasting away on Youtube.  Sadly none of these activities take as long as I think they will and then I'm left to stroking Scott's pillow and weeping.  You know, just normal things like that.

All this time alone, however, has allowed me to slow down and realize I don't have to get in and out of Winco in 12 minutes.  I was at the store running at breakneck speed until I remembered there was nothing for me at home, so then I adopted a new strategy to "browse every item" (sung to the tune of "Climb Every Mountain").  You would not believe the new things I discovered.  Like the fact that I could buy a single fruit snack in the bulk section (I'm not talking a single pack, I'm talking a single snack). Would they round up to 1 cent do you think?  Or I also learned you can churn your own almond butter over there.  I've never even tasted almond butter so I guess this wasn't that exciting.

Another plus of this business trip is Scott took all of our mobile devices to Mexico, so shucks, all that mobile testing I could've done at work just couldn't happen.  Maybe he can just leave the devices in Mexico.

*scouting

The Milestone

Remember how last year I talked about how Scott and I were setting resolutions to exercise more? (Or you may even remember the triumphant post about when I did my first pull-up?)  Well, now in 2015 I'm here to celebrate the fact that I finally made it through an entire year of exercising 6 days per week. Just writing that sentence makes me want to take a nap.

*Yawn/Stretch*

Ok, we're back.  So anyway, isn't it great that someone in the world actually achieved their NYR to exercise?  I didn't know it was possible since I've never exercised for an extended period of time in my life.  Here is what I've learned:

1. Eating a brownie is still more fun than exercising.  When I first started exercising I expected something like this to happen:

While exercising has become much more enjoyable, unfortunately brownie eating has remained quite constant in its fun levels, and I don't think these lines will ever actually cross.  I was really looking forward to that moment when 7 o'clock rolls around and I would think, "You know what sounds awesome right now?  A giant glass of milk and a plyometric circuit."  This has never happened.

2. If you're like me and you can talk yourself out of anything, an actual scheduled program is the way to go.  Plus if you're working out with DVDs it's easier to endure an entire hour.  Insanity is my current pain of choice.  "Letsssssgooooooooooooo."  Ok, Shaun T, if you insist on screaming about it.

3. Running is the worst.  Other exercises can not only be a more efficient use of your time, but they are so much more fun (plus TV is the best distraction in the world).

4. Sadly, there is not enough quality TV programming out there to fill one hour per day, 6 days a week.  This means I've resorted to watching some pretty ridiculous stuff.  I hope I don't lose some friends by saying this, but Gilmore Girls is just not working for me.

5. Exercising at the crack of dawn doesn't work.  Exercising at 10 PM also doesn't work.  Exercising in the middle of the day is the new revolution!

6. Unfortunately when you're used to exercising a lot, your only hope of making any headway on the scale is to either work out for 16 hours per day or eat less.  Some days I weigh out both options equally.

The Office(s)

Scott started working from home for about half of his work week, so he's becoming a connoisseur of offices.  He even has a third one at the church now!  (Ok, fine the clerk's office is really like the storage closet, but just let me find this funny.)

Anyway, working from home.  When we found out Scott would be here for a good chunk of the week, we started to have one of those tough marital conversations regarding whether or not we would share an office.

Pros:

• Hanging out together all day every day
• Hanging out together all day every day
• Hanging out together all day every day

Cons:

• Potentially having to return to using headphones
• I might bump my legs on his desk because I'm not used to it being there
• I'm pretty sure I just read a book about how working in common areas is a bad idea

In the end, we decided that Scott probably wouldn't tolerate working in pitch blackness and listening to Into the Woods on repeat, so he'll be upstairs in one of our pre-mortal child's rooms.  Sigh, being responsible is just one of those things.

Office #1: Obviously we're going for that minimalist decor look....  That and apparently no one on earth knows where the desk we ordered is.  Permission to repin this for your home office ideas, granted.

Now that Scott will be acclimating to my norms, I've thought up some nuances that now he will have to deal with too!

A. Everyone asking if we sleep in til noon and work in our pajamas.  Nope, it's 6 AM and we happen to enjoy showering.

B. A weakened immune system that comes from interacting with no one.  I have gotten every sickness known to mankind this winter during the few times I've ventured out.  Never again.

C. I think even my skin is less tough from not braving the elements.  I can get a paper cut from anything.  Paper, cardboard, that FROSTING CAN?  The mass of Amazon packages and wrapping paper this Christmas was quite traumatic.

D. The crazy that can set it after a while.  Soon I may need to suggest that we drive around the neighborhood in the evenings.
E. We keep our house at about 12 degrees during the winter. He will not survive.