Walking Backwards

In two hours, Nicholas and I are leaving for his pediatrician's office for his behavioral analysis. Of course, he won't take a nap and is especially high strung, so I have a feeling this is going to go great *ha*. I think that after I finish this and start some laundry, we'll spend the rest of the afternoon doing art projects and reading and that should calm him down a little. Mentioning laundry, can someone explain to me why the hell I have three times the amount of laundry if I don't do a load each day like normal? I have about six loads of laundry that need to be done today and I can't figure out where they came from. Did they multiply in the night?! Have I mentioned how laundry is the bane of my existence?

This morning I bought my swimsuit and am now horrified with the shape I'm in. I don't run anymore, nor do I swim, I stopped yoga, and I stopped going to the gym . . . six months ago. Something (like the view of myself under fluorescent lights in almost nothing) tells me I need to start working on this problem. The dilemma is that I am inherently lazy and I love food so much. The exchange for eating whatever I want is that I have to exercise at least three times a week. You know what, though; it does make me feel so much better and generates a lot of extra energy in me (something desperately needed). Now why can't I get off the computer or the couch in the evenings?