Stray thoughts
Jun. 22nd, 2009 10:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threadwalkerThe Ying and Yang of it...
Friday was great - I left work on time. Hooray! But F was home sick (boo! and has stayed sick through today). Sick = weekend buzz kill.
Saturday was fun. We all went to the Pirate festival in Vallejo (I kept expecting to see Lyre's Ladye or Cat, but Cat was at Crown wearing her jammies and I've no idea what Lyre's peeps are up to). (yay!)
Sunday I went to a Memorial for someone who got beat down by cancer. Fuck cancer.
Sunday eve we all snuggled on the sofa and watched (of all things) Ghost Busters. F (still sick), looked over at me at one point (one kid wedged between us and the other sacked out on my lap, and told me how much he loves me. I melted.
I woke up at 2 am when someone tapped me on the arm and whispered that she had nightmares. I lifted the blankets and she crawled in, spooning into my tummy and wrapping herself in my arms. She smelled so good from the shower she had earlier. There is an indescribable sense of "peacefullness" that comes over me when either of the kids are sleeping with me. Maybe my lizard brain knows they are safe because they are with me. I'm doing the Susan G Komen "Race for the Cure" in the fall. I'm going to make up a tank top with her handprints on it and hand-write "Running for a Cure so she can Run for Fun"; going to ask other mom's I know if they wouldn't mind joining me or putting their girls paw prints on my tank top.
On the fitness front (which is part of my personal daily life-survival stuff): Last week I got slammed by the sleepies. I was too tired to work out and my knees screamed in pain everytime I sat or stood. It was so painful, I was having a hard time not groaning with it even though all my "free time" was spent sleeping. What's with the pain and the exhaustion?!? Jeez. Vexing. You'd think I was getting old or something!
Today I decided to run instead of bike and the running was awesome-blossom! And I feel good, including my knees. But then I discovered I had no clean pants in my gym bag. Bleck. I have clothes stashed in my office (which is a glorified locker room), but I had to walk across campus in flip-flops and running shorts before I could dive into work clothes.
On the art front, I have a set-back in the pelican embroidery. Salvagable, but I hate rework.
I was asked at A&S how I felt about my birthday this year. It was another "child of 1969" doing the asking. Me? I laughed and said I was in the best shape of my life; physically, self-esteem wise, and professionally. This age rocks! I love feeling confident, understanding my own limits, having the energy and drive to challenge my limits, and having a simple list of what I need. I need my family and my friends. Everything else is subject to change.
Friday was great - I left work on time. Hooray! But F was home sick (boo! and has stayed sick through today). Sick = weekend buzz kill.
Saturday was fun. We all went to the Pirate festival in Vallejo (I kept expecting to see Lyre's Ladye or Cat, but Cat was at Crown wearing her jammies and I've no idea what Lyre's peeps are up to). (yay!)
Sunday I went to a Memorial for someone who got beat down by cancer. Fuck cancer.
Sunday eve we all snuggled on the sofa and watched (of all things) Ghost Busters. F (still sick), looked over at me at one point (one kid wedged between us and the other sacked out on my lap, and told me how much he loves me. I melted.
I woke up at 2 am when someone tapped me on the arm and whispered that she had nightmares. I lifted the blankets and she crawled in, spooning into my tummy and wrapping herself in my arms. She smelled so good from the shower she had earlier. There is an indescribable sense of "peacefullness" that comes over me when either of the kids are sleeping with me. Maybe my lizard brain knows they are safe because they are with me. I'm doing the Susan G Komen "Race for the Cure" in the fall. I'm going to make up a tank top with her handprints on it and hand-write "Running for a Cure so she can Run for Fun"; going to ask other mom's I know if they wouldn't mind joining me or putting their girls paw prints on my tank top.
On the fitness front (which is part of my personal daily life-survival stuff): Last week I got slammed by the sleepies. I was too tired to work out and my knees screamed in pain everytime I sat or stood. It was so painful, I was having a hard time not groaning with it even though all my "free time" was spent sleeping. What's with the pain and the exhaustion?!? Jeez. Vexing. You'd think I was getting old or something!
Today I decided to run instead of bike and the running was awesome-blossom! And I feel good, including my knees. But then I discovered I had no clean pants in my gym bag. Bleck. I have clothes stashed in my office (which is a glorified locker room), but I had to walk across campus in flip-flops and running shorts before I could dive into work clothes.
On the art front, I have a set-back in the pelican embroidery. Salvagable, but I hate rework.
I was asked at A&S how I felt about my birthday this year. It was another "child of 1969" doing the asking. Me? I laughed and said I was in the best shape of my life; physically, self-esteem wise, and professionally. This age rocks! I love feeling confident, understanding my own limits, having the energy and drive to challenge my limits, and having a simple list of what I need. I need my family and my friends. Everything else is subject to change.
