While Wayne sleeps:
I take the kids to the gym. I hop on the treadmill next to a woman who ups her speed to "sprinting as fast as I can," and I try to ignore her and do my own thing. Except I keep upping my speed because I feel lazy, and by the end of my workout, I can hardly breathe and she is STILL RUNNING.
Then.
Come home and check on Wayne. Still sleeping.
Out we go again for McDonalds (which is something I swore I would NEVER let my kids eat, but until they come up with a healthy place that has a play area, what is a Mom to do on a windy, cold day?).
Run to Best Buy for Bose earphone plugs because I lost mine somewhere in between the locker room and the treadmill.
(They don't have them. Must special order.)
Come home and look at photography online because it is too cold to shoot outside and I am in withdrawals.
Sketch a storyboard for tomorrow. Tomorrow I am headed to Sloan Lake with the kids for a photo shoot. Lindsay is going to rock my camera and get some shots of me with the kids (because, looking around the house, you wouldn't even know I existed. No pictures.).
I cannot wait.
Oh, yeah, and I also dream of THIS HAIR. I mean, come on! Who is this? And how do I make my dark hair dance like THAT?
So, that's what we do...
when he sleeps.
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