Well, here it is on Friday and I didn't write one blog post all week. Work was crazier than it's been in months and one night I even came home and sat down on the bed to take my shoes off and woke up an hour and a half later.
Apparently, I was exhausted.
Tonight I was so looking forward to a relaxing Friday night, and then our dishwasher died. So that's fun. Matt looked up the serial number to see if we could find a replacement part, and he said, "This dishwasher is from 2002! It's almost as old as I am!"
Well, not quite. We're older than we used to be.
It's also been eight thousand degrees around here the last few days. Our kitchen has a fancy and super modern thermometer and this is what it said last night.
Our 1980's air conditioner has met its match this week.
I walked into the kitchen at one point and Matt was standing in front of the open freezer.
Speaking of walking, Matt got a Fitbit on Prime Day, and I'm not sure our relationship will ever be the same.
The Fitbit arrived on Tuesday night and on Wednesday morning I checked my phone after a meeting and had invitations to a Daily Showdown, Weekend Warrior, Goal Day Challenge, about 500 taunts, and a text that said, "Oh golly, I think I'll go for a mid-morning stroll."
OH GOLLY IS RIGHT.
Since he's my husband, we're usually a team. One the same side. But both of us having Fitbits has introduced a whole new dynamic to our relationship.
While Matt's job might allow him to take a mid-day stroll, mine isn't always so flexible. so I look forward to going on a walk almost every single night. It is my favorite time of the day, no matter the temperature. I'm happy for Matt to go with me, but I really love going alone. I listen to my music or a podcast and watch the sun set and don't have to talk to anyone for 45 whole minutes and as someone who is 100 percent introverted, this makes my whole day.
I was determined to win the Daily Challenge at least once this week so I braved the heat, wandered the neighborhood, and took in a beautiful sunset.
When I got home, Matt was in the kitchen, sneakers laced up, walking laps around our gigantic kitchen.
As someone who was forced to work from home every day last winter, I know for a fact that round trip, front door to kitchen island, is sixty steps. I actually said to Matt, "CAN'T PLAY A PLAYA."
I just hope Fitbit counts dish washing, because I'm going to be doing a lot of that in the coming weeks.