Getting out the door to go the gym was a bit of a production today. I broke a nail putting on my shoes. Where are my clippers? They must be upstairs. Nope, not upstairs. Oh, here they are in the downstairs bathroom. Now where’s my nail file? Not in the downstairs bathroom. Upstairs? Nope. Maybe I’ll use John’s. In his office? Nope. Upstairs? Nope. Never mind. Skip that part. Okay, I’m going to listen to music on my phone. Where are my headphones? John, have you seen my headphones? No. Not on my desk either. Upstairs? Nope. Could they be in the car? Nope. Oh, they’re in my purse. Fine, I’m ready to go. Got my headphones, my phone, my keys. Out the door, lock the door, grab my bike….where’s my helmet? Back inside, helmet’s in the basement.
That’s what?…four trips upstairs and one trip to the basement in about three minutes. Who needs the gym?