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How do I end up doing the things I do…

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We all lead busy lives right, and sometimes fitting it all in becomes rather hectic, and my schedule on most days consists of kids, husband, work, gym, shopping.  At least the cooking and cleaning (and yes, I have even taught my beloved Sekai how to bake bread) is generally outsourced, although I do try and at least pack lunchboxes myself.

 
So on Monday nights we usually stay home, Tuesday nights are spent Zumba-ing away at gym, Wednesdays home night, Thursdays are date night, this usually consists of our ballroom dancing lesson at Arthur Murray followed by dinner, or movies, or a show or whatever, Fridays are pig out pizza and movie nights, I also have a boxing lesson with my trainer at the gym, Saturday mornings are generally spent at gym, or I run a ten kilometre race, or sometimes play golf with Gerhard.  This is followed by visits with friends, shopping and the like and Sundays are spent in any manner that we like, mostly braaing quietly at home, chilling with a margarita.

 
In between this, I do quite a bit of volunteering, love to read, love to have playdates with the kids and mommy friends, I am addicted to social media like facebook, twitter and pinterest and I also love baking.  I love being busy and I cannot sit still.  I think I might be suffering from ADHD, but my OCD ensures that I am a productive person.

 
So, on Monday I did something crazy and joined a social field hockey league.  Yes, eighteen years after last playing hockey, I am now proud to say that at the age of thirty six, I have decided to take up hockey again.  At least the ladies play on weekends, with very little practice, and my friend the teacher, who still coaches hockey and lives next door to me promised to lend a hand, I do feel sorry for the poor sods who will be driving past me in the park close to home being coached in the fine art of hitting the ball, but hey, worse things have happened and hey, my kids are still too small to be embarrassed by mom’s antics.  My great grandmother on my father’s side got dementia late in life and walked around the neighbourhood naked, so if the dementia is hereditary, I might be in a reasonable shape when I do end up walking around the neighbourhood naked…

My poor team, they have no idea what they are getting, at least I am fit, and I have zumba and tango moves, might come in handy, who knows.

 

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