No Time to Eat

{Dress: H&M; Chambray Shirt: Old Navy; Wedges: Dolce Vita for Target; Cuff: H&M}

So yesterday I get home with a plan.  I was going to be home by 6 pm, order some takeout, and while waiting for the takeout, was going to take my photos.  Then the food would arrive, I could eat it fairly leisurely, and then at around 6:50 or so run on over to the gym for my spin class and personal training session.

I get home and the first thing I always do is feed the pets.  Our cat has diabetes, so the lucky girl always gets an insulin shot with her meals twice a day.  I go to grab a needle, and sure enough we’re out.  So then I wonder, if she doesn’t get her shot until tomorrow, will she be ok?  A quick Google search tells us that no, she can in fact go into a coma, so I now have to shove a trip to the pharmacy in my 50 minute window.

So I order our food, take my photos (and remember to turn the auto-focus on!), run to the pharmacy, and by the time I get home it’s already 6:35.

Great.

I throw on my gym clothes, determine there’s not enough time to eat, and proceed to go to the gym and am the crankiest bitch you’d ever meet.

At least I had my takeout waiting for me when I got home at 8:30 pm.