Lazy. Worthless. Lethargic. Unindustrious. Comatose. Lagging. Slothful. Weary. In other words, King-like.
I did not go the gym this morning; I chose to sleep in instead. Although I am pretty sure that the term "sleeping in" is somewhat of a misnomer in this instance. You see, Scott got up at 4 something, and King got up somewhere around 4:30 to join Scott, making his usual exit with fanfare from the bed. Scott then came to wake me up for the gym at 5:00, which I quickly shut down. King, never wanting to be left out of the family dynamic, came back up at around 5:30 to get back in bed (think lots of whining, lots of grunting and a lamp turned on so that he could see to get back on the bed). Scott got back up to get ready for work at 6:00 and then came to get King at 6:30 to leave for work.
So if sleeping in to you means getting up around 4 a.m., then yes, I slept in.
My only excuse is that we had a fairly busy weekend, and I felt more exhausted than my usual Monday morning grogginess. I know when my body needs to sit a round out.
It also may be that I agreed to start attending Yoga classes with my good friend Meg Saturdays at 9:00 a.m. (hot yoga of all things) and Sunday's at 7:00 a.m. That means (a) I will be working out five-six days a week and (b) lazy weekend mornings are a thing of the past. What was I thinking??
I need to take more cues from this guy. He seems to have it all figured out.