Tuesday, January 6, 2009


Last night Harold and I were up late watching a movie and it was about 11:30 when we went upstairs to bed. I was busy pulling off my socks (H hates it when I sleep in socks) and about to get into bed when I look up and there stands my daughter in the doorway. She looked like she had dozed off at some point and was just staring at me. The following is our conversation:

Me: What?

Sav: Nothing.

And she walks into the bathroom. I start thinking about how she has probably been up reading or something (which is actually ok with me) and continue to get ready for bed. Then H comes out of the bathroom and says, "Is that the shower I hear?"

Me: What?

H: I hear the shower.

Me: Walk over to the kids bathroom, open the door and sure enough the girl is in the shower. "Hey, what are you doing?"

S: Taking a shower.

Me: Why?

S: Because I didn't take a shower last night.

Me: But didn't you take one this morning?

S: What?

Me: Didn't you take a shower this morning?

S: [silence]

Me: It's 11:30 at night.

S: Are you kidding me?

Me: No.

S: [very small wimpering]

Me: Why don't you make this one quick and get to bed.

S: [very softly] ok.

Poor girl, she was all disoriented and thought it was morning already!

And....for those of you ready for the next installment of Gym Rats...here you go:

This morning at the gym I chose a different treadmill to terrorize. I glance over at yesterday's TM and there is a new error. E1. Hmmm....what could that mean? E1 must be the "The owners tried to reset the treadmill after a major E6 error and were unsuccessful" error.

Anyway...I do my usual walking and chose to listen to the Wicked Soundtrack (love it!) and as I am doing so I'm wishing someone would come in with a major steam cleaner and give that place the once over. Seriously people! Dust everywhere, literally EVERYWHERE. Ick.

And...there is a spinning class at 6 a.m. and the ladies come out at some point all sweaty, emerging from a room that is dark with psychedelic lights flashing around. I can only assume that is their attempt to make hiding their nasty floppy flesh cool by turning on disco lights. Yesterday one of them who happens to be one of the new owners says to me, "You should come....come late, leave early!" Me: huh huh, yea! What is she thinking? Is that her way of letting me off the hook? Poor girl, so big, she can only handle part of the class. Whatever! I like the treadmill people. If I could invest in one piece of workout equipment for my home that would be it, and then I could avoid the humiliation of the gym. Although, at this point I feel my gym should be humiliated. Equipment breaking down, dust everywhere, prices have gone up for "improvements," like showers. No way in H-E-Double hockey sticks will I EVER shower at the gym. So their "improvements" can kiss my hiney. Improve the dang treadmill for goodness sake!


Abbie said...

Ha! I did that once but luckily my mom caught me right before I was getting in. The phone had rang for my dad to go into work in the middle of the night, and I thought it was my alarm clock.

Brittany said...

poor girl. i remember one morning when i got ready for church and it was a tuesday!

about the gym...i hate it. i try so very hard to avoid it. wyatt's work paid for a half gym membership last year so i decided to attend during the dark winter months. as soon as the sun appeared - i hit the outdoors. i always feel like i'm stuck in the middle of some kind of meat market - no thank you! this year i opted to run during my lunch break.

happy gyming!

Holley, Dane Brien & Wesley Berry said...

I do that all the time...sleepwalk. I get dressed, make food etc. I live my life on automatic pilot.

On the other hand it must be nice to have a child that you don't have to jackhammer out of bed in the mornings.

I too have an aversion to public gym showering...won't do it!

hyker said...

Poor Sav.......I've done that before in Amsterdam.

Collette said...

I'm so glad you have more material for your blog. I think that the gym might prove to be better material than BYU!
Bridger and Sav must have been on the same schedule. He was ready to go at about 11:30 last night...not so much his momma!

Cote Corner said...

One time when I was in elementary school Matt actually woke me up and told me it was time to get ready for school. I got up, got dressed, when mom came in and asked me what I was doing? I said, "getting ready for school." she then informed me that it was 9:00 at NIGHT not in the morning.. What a mean brother I have!! :) LOL! Love ya matt. and p.s. I also commented on your "quirks" blog. (sorry.. i haven't visited your blog in awhile so I had to catch up!)

Bridget said...

Well, it makes me feel a lot better to know that I am not the only one who has gotten in the shower at ridiculous times of the night.

Seriously, when I was in high school, I must have done that at least 4 or 5 times. I have the ability to role over and look at a clock and see numbers that aren't acutally there. So, in panic, each time I think I have slept through my alarm or it didn't go off, and gotten ALL THE WAY ready for school, several times. I am crazy. but it is good to be crazy sometimes.

mooney said...

I do not understand those people at the gym who wander around the locker room in all of their glory, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. I spend more energy trying to divert my eyes that I count that as a workout in itself.
I feel for SAV. I hate it when that happens.

Sandy said...

You should find someone that has a treadmill and never uses it and see if you can borrow it until you no longer use it. Call the Algers. They have one folded up and tucked away out of sight, out of mind. You are welcome to try it out and see if it works for you.