Taking a Break

I am supposed to be cleaning, but I'm not.  And I know I'm not going to, not today.  It would be nice if it were to get done, but no one will die if it doesn't.  In fact, I and those around me will be much happier if I don't force myself to get up and clean today.  You see, the day has already been filled with a lot of activity.  We all (Henry, Louis, Otto, Solomon and I with Olivia on the Trail-a-Bike) rode our bikes to the swim center the first time from our new home for Olivia and Solomon's swim lessons.  It is a little more than 3 miles which isn't bad, but harder than the less than 1 mile we used to ride or walk.  We stayed for the Family Swim hour which follows their class and we all swam hard. Then we had the ride home which is all up hill, especially the end which we all walked at various points.  I will say, however, that I pulled Olivia up more than the last half of the hill with that Trail-a-Bike.  She refused to pedal; she was tired.  After eating lunch and getting cleaned up  I was going to pick up a little around the house until I decided not to.  In about 40 minutes I will be riding back down the hill, almost to the swim center, to the Pregnancy Resource Center where I lead a class the first three Tuesdays of the month.  Of course, after the class I will be riding back up the hill.  It is only the third class since we have moved and the first I got a ride home, the second I happened to have the vehicle and I drove, tonight I will ride both ways.  At least that is what I expect. So I don't feel badly about my decision to sit here and type rather than clean.  My fingers are not nearly as tired as my legs.  Now tomorrow I have to ride to get the milk.  It is in a different location and I don't think it is seven miles anymore, but likely 5 and, of course, it is uphill on the way home.  Then on Thursday we have swimming lessons again and I will swim laps (for more exercise) and then we will go to the library before coming home.  It may take a while to get used to this routine and be able to get my cleaning done in its midst, but I am confident it will happen.  The secret, I think, is to accept the fact that change takes getting used to.  My body will have to adjust to the aditional exercise and if I accept that and give myself this break when I need it I know I will be happier and more pleasant to be around.  I know my family will approve of that.  Naturally, they will need time to adjust to the exercise also, so the house may suffer temporarily, but I know it will be temporary and we can all be patient.  Can't we?