A woman's work...

Today I had high hopes of getting to the gym. I was so focused on my goal I even packed my kit in the morning so I could go straight from work.

The best laid plans....

An unexpected hospital visit meant I was already almost too hungry and too tired when I got home. Then, as if to completely squash my hopes, I clocked the pile of dirty washing.

If only I believed the guy who spun us the yarn that housework is as good as a workout in the gym.

The only thing I feel remotely good about, now I'm off to bed, is that my house is tidier and I did a good deed with my hospital visit.

I still yearn to run myself into the ground.

There's always tomorrow... ❤️