I'm trying to be optimistic (for both of us) that this week will bring us each back into balance with our selves. I'm feeling better this evening, having spent my afternoon in a good way - meaning, not running errands. Even when they're "fun" errands, like tanning or getting my nails done, I still feel like my entire day is gone by the time I get home. Today, having not slept well last night, I planned to come home and nap a little before making a real dinner for my family. As it turned out, my friend KN (aka "the girlfriend") with whom I have been trying to catch up for over a week, texted me right as I got off work. We spent the next two hours on the phone - and only 15 minutes of the entire conversation was about Bro J. Finally, our friendship stands on its own, without him. That made my day.
I didn't get my nap in, but I did get dinner made and was on time to pick up JJ from football at 5:30. We had dinner together - all four of us - for the first time in over a week, without a baseball game on, even. Now the kids are upstairs trying to put the game station together in the new "Game Room" - formally, C's bedroom - and J is on the couch nursing an upset stomach (not, mind you, related to my excellent dinner).
I am feeling good about the coming week.
I went to the gym this morning with a sort-of-new friend (PTA mom from JJ's elementary school that I rarely see anymore) because she's trying to talk me into doing a triathlon with her in the fall. (Ok, let's laugh together over that, for a minute. Because how ridiculous is that, really? Me. A triathlon. I might as well go ahead and climb Mt Rainier while I'm at it. But she and some other moms I know from PTA are doing if for the second year and not one of them is any more in shape than I am. ) I haven't formally committed to it yet, but I did say I would train with them at the gym for a couple of weeks and see what happens. At least it's something to get me to the gym every morning, some accountability.
On Thursday night/Friday morning, I am going to a Royal Wedding Party down the street at CH's house (she is British, although she has lived here most of her life.) It's a Pajamas and Tiaras party, with champagne, starting at 2 in the morning (because there's no way we're not watching it live!). At 10:30 Friday morning (hopefully after a nap) we're all going to High Tea at the Secret Garden Tea House downtown. I was so excited to have been invited to this party, as I'm sure you can imagine; I wasn't thrilled about staying up all night to watch it alone. The girl's weekend that my high school friends and I had planned for this event fell through, so life is good again.
And then I have Friday off. Because really, who can go to work after that?
And nothing planned for the entire day!!
Anyway, I hope my high spirits lift you up too, and there's one more thing I could hardly wait to share with you. I received a letter in the mail today from England, and when John handed it to me, he said, "Oh, here's your invitation to the wedding." I laughed, looked at the return address, then giggled. "It's from Lisa! I'll bet it's an invitation to a wedding party!"
But when I opened it, it was so much better than that. Just a card, a card I didn't even need to open, and you're the only person on earth who will appreciate it as much as I did. (At least I hope you remember...)
Enjoy!
Love you!
A
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