Hooked

I stumbled across Katie's story and can't help but daydream and praise at the same time. What a calling and furthermore, what an answer.

Humble Pie and Where's the Maid?

So I got a call Thursday evening that made my daily business come to a screeching halt. According to the x rays, my pelvic stress fracture is more than what we thought. Since the diagnosis in October, there has been no healing. No break. No relief. Apparently, carrying on business-as-usual has done nothing but make matters worse. This doctor called to say NO MORE TEACHING AS OF RIGHT NOW. Got it. The whole body cast thing is enough to stop me in my tracks.

So here I sit imagining eating my humble pie. Tsk, tsk, I can't really be having pie now with two weeks of not moving. I'm already regretting that lovely piece of cake sweet May gave me the other night in our neighborhood get together.I think my pants feel tighter already.

So what's so humbling you might wonder? In a nutshell we're moving in three weeks and my house is a disaster. Boxes everywhere, piles of stuff (I hate stuff don't you?) and toys. I keep giving away toys and throwing away toys (shhhh) but they're still everywhere. From the couch right now I can eyeball eighteen hundred and sixty two things that I should be doing. But then the pain in the pelvis reminds me that I'm staying put. It may sound relaxing but it's not. Not when you have to move and clean, it's anxiety at it's finest. Throw in a few busy children who make more mess and need you and it's like sending up the white flag.

I shamefully admit that my genetic coding forced me into an obsessive type A mentality. I have always been on the go, go, go. And here I am on a stop, stop, stop. Perhaps it's a good time to finish this and that. Or I could just begin Lent early and offer up lots of sacrifices. Let me emphasize LOTS. And as I keep saying to my family, this two week rest thing would be a heckuva lot easier on a white sand beach with a drink in hand. That's all I'm sayin.

That Doesn't Float My Boat

My boys have a habit of professing their greatest love for me while I'm doling out treats.

The superbowl sweet was a rootbeer float to which incited this conversation:

Joey: Mom, thank you for my rootbeard float. I love you SOOOOOO much!

Me: Joey, you're not just saying that because I gave you the ice cream, are you?

Joey: Yes, I am.

Yeah, we can praise honesty but come on kid. At least play it down a bit.

Today is Monday

Monday, string beans.

Don't know what I mean? I've never understood the book either but the pictures are nice in a simple sort of way.

And since it's early Monday and I'm sitting here in the dark with my latte, I am quietly making a pledge that this week I will not freak out that we're moving in a few weeks. I will not freak out that my house needs to be packed. I will not freak out that I haven't seen the house we offered to rent. I will not freak out that it's my daughter's birthday the weekend we're moving and I secretly fear it will be a bust. I will not freak out about the busiest, jammed packed calendar and the fundraiser I'm responsible for.

Nope. I vow to stay sane. (Better hold off on the coffee refill!) I pledge to keep it simple. So today- it's string beans, tomorrow- spaghetti. However, I will have a problem come Thursday. Maybe tofu?

You have a good, non-freak out sorta week, too!

Surely That's Not Me

A very talented cyclist at the gym apparently felt some inspiration in a class of mine recently. What a resemblance, huh?!

And really, Dana is one creative dude, see for yourself.

Over the past few months I have completely fallen off the blogging globe. I mean- I don't have a chance to sit down and write or read all my faves anymore. I know I'm sounding whiney but I feel a smidge like I've earned the whining rites these days. How is it that we have been in our house for six months and we have to move already? I don't want to move. I like our house. I am not ready to move. I just got settled in this house. Blah.

I'm trying to get over the grumpy thing but that song kick em when they're down keeps playing in my mind. Blah.

Okay, so perhaps we'll find a great house in the next three weeks and all will go swimmingly and we'll stay there for a long time. Long enough to see the Las Vegas economy turn around and profit on our house. (Should be what...2020??)Blah.

IF you are still reading, you must be getting pretty bummed. Let's see if this pic helps. My monkeys at Lowe's- three in a cart, that never happens anymore. AND they're color coordinated!

And p.s. I promise to get my Vitamin D and start being a little less freaked out and a little more positive.