That changed when I took Pnut to the dr Monday afternoon. Long story short, we ended up spending 2 nights in the hospital. Totally unexpected. She is home now and doing great, but I'm in a funk. I'm exhausted, stressed out and feel like crap. I spent 48 hours eating junk, sitting around, and worrying.
I have no motivation today. I just want to curl up in a ball and cry. It's feels like I held my breath for 2 days and now all my emotions are coming out. But I can't curl up and cry. Laundry needs to be done, dishes need to be washed, bathrooms need to be cleaned, and kids need to be taken care of. This isn't one of those instances when cleaning can be put off. It has to be done. I don't want anyone else getting sick.
The last thing I feel like doing is getting on my bike. I know I don't have to. I have my priorities in the right order. My family comes first, but training is high up there. I know I can find time for a 75 min ride. I'm just not sure I have the energy or desire right now.