There really is nothing hum-drum about my life.  Crazy things happen here in Crazyville.

I live in a beautiful home with two housemates which adds a certain degree of conversation and a touch of drama heretofore unseen in my life.  Having housemates requires a certain degree of team playership.

I live a good distance from my ex husband.  That’s both good and bad.  It limits my having to socialize with the man but also provides a bit of driving time when the kids are involved.

For the next 5 weeks, I have primary custody of my kids and my parents are staying with us.  The house can handle the extra people and the kids are enjoying the Mamere & Papere time.  Me, I’m enjoying having my kids here as well as having the grandparents to amuse them while I manage to get a bit of work done.

I’ve been playing catch up since they arrived a week ago.   When school was in session, I had a daily commute to pick up young Mr. Half-Day Pre-K and hang with him while his brother finished the school day and their dad was at work.  Needless to say, the 3 hours of driving every day took a toll on my work schedule and my budget.  So I’m catching up.  I had paperback versions of my novels that needed publishing and, as my books bring in the bulk of my budget, they needed to happen soon.  That’s what I spent this past week doing – day & night.  (If you’re wondering, you can find my books at Amazon.com by clicking here.)  This week is all about getting the articles finished for the next issue of SAXtreme Magazine.

I’m also catching up on my workouts.  I’ve transferred my Gold’s Gym membership (I was locked into a year anyway) to the Evans Road gym (formerly Spectrum) which is only about 6 miles from my house.  Last night was my first full-on workout since my broken foot.  I did OK on the treadmill, but wasn’t quite up to a run yet.  I filled in the hour with some biking and found myself a pound lighter this morning for my troubles.  Today I’m going to add some swimming to my regimen.  It’s time to cut the fat and kicking up the aerobic work needs to happen sooner rather than later.

Jonathan Acosta has asked me when I’m coming back to boot camps and suggested my photo may need to be put on milk cartons.  With his studio 25 miles from where I live now, my budget is making that a difficult prospect.  (There isn’t a great deal of money in writing and there’s no money in being the ex-wife of the primary breadwinner while trying to get a career started after spending 7 years at home with the kids.)  I have to do what I can and just hope it works out.

The moral of the story?

It isn’t always easy to work fitness into your day, so get creative and do as much as you can.  All you can do is all you can do.