It’s been an interesting week.
I finally got back on track in most areas of my life.
After wrapping up the middle school swim season and getting one big thing off my plate, I spent last weekend trying to get caught up on sleep.
Then I got back on the proverbial wagon.
I started getting up early again.
I got back into my planning routine.
I worked out daily.
I started making more nutritious and balanced meals again.
Most of my family appreciated it.
Except for this kid:
I got back in the pool with my swim buddy at 5 am two days this week.
I sent Number 3 off to Florida for a training trip with the high school swim team.
That was a little bit of an emotional roller coaster. But I survived it (and he’s having fun).
I took the girls to the public library for the first time in a while and for the first time I think in my life I had no overdue fines waiting for me.
I was on a major roll.
Then I got the cold everyone in my family has had.
I thought I had avoided it.
It’s not a big deal but it’s annoying.
And I did it to myself because a friend of mine was sick (actually a lot of friends of mine have been sick — it’s been a brutal winter here in CT for illnesses and the flu) and I was actually jealous of her being able to lie in bed for three days.
So of course the Universe delivered.
But the Universe only delivered a cold, so I don’t get any days in bed and I just get to do everything I normally do and feel shitty while I do it.
Unless I was a man. Then I’d get at least a day in bed.
But I’m not.
My night ended with this conversation…
Number 7 came up to me and gave me a hug.
Number 7: I really want to be able to wrap my arms all the way around you and give you a really big squeeze.
Me: You’ll have to grow longer arms.
Number 7: And you’ll have to exercise more.
Being a mom is FUN!
That’s a wrap on my weekend.
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