I am not sure how to start this post. I miss the boys like crazy and I am not ok with them being in Chicago for so long. I try to look at their time away from me as a "summer cap" but I want to be honest -- holy shit this has been a looooong three weeks. I know that the boys enjoy their time in Chicago. They play tons of video games, go to fun places like Navy Pier, and spend lots of time with family. That being said -- I still want them home.
Only a few more days until I have my boys back home and the five of us will be together again. I wish that I could elaborate a bit more about the "real" in this life but I need to think of the end game, keep a good face, and carry on to the best of my ability. Anyways--I felt that I needed to put these feelings out there....thank you for listening.... On to the post.
1. Three day weekend
Today is Monday, July 4th. For the most part we have had an easy, relaxing three day weekend. I have been able to read some of my book, Rouzer finished the bathroom shelves, and I got lots of random cleaning/organizing completed. It's nice to just have an extra break.
2. Peanut butter spoon
One night for dinner I pulled out the glorious peanut butter spoon. I am not sure who likes peanut butter more -- me or SBJ.
I wish I had a picture to accompany this post. Mike's bow broke on Thursday or Friday so we decided to go ahead and purchase his new bow. He has been wanting this bow for a few months and we had even started setting aside money to make the purchase. Since his original bow was out for repair.. having him without his hobby/stress relief/my sanity for a month sounded miserable. He shoots almost every single night. Grateful that he has found something that he enjoys and grateful that we were able to make the purchase.
4. Mike's support
While I am at it....I will just keep talking about Mike.
I was having a rough afternoon yesterday. It is a known fact in our house that around day 3 without the twins I don't do very well. I just get a bit more serious and a tad intense. I usually keep it together and plug forward but yesterday it all came to a head. The weight and reality of it all had me in tears. Lots of them. Mike, in his normal, amazing strength and love for me -- helped calm my soul. He picked up all the lose ends of the day as I floated around trying to hide myself in a book. It worked. I was able to calm down, breathe, and give myself a pep talk.
This is a small example of how he takes care of me. How he allows me to be me. I don't have to change or transform into someone for him. Though I am not at my best he figures out ways to hold me up and carry me throughout the rest of the day. Grateful for his love.
5. Couch armchairs
It's the little things...right....
Our couch has these amazing arms on it that allows cups to sit on them and not fall off. The couch is a hand-me-down (obviously) from my parents. It is this huge couch that all five us can sit on and I personally think that it is extremely comfortable. But to the point....my coffee is sitting next to me, on the arm rest, with no fear of it falling off.
I decided to take a last minute picture so you can understand :)
After work on Friday I conquered a small fear and got into Lake Maxinhall to swim with Heidi. First, let me say, she is a beast. She kicked my ass and after I left...SHE SWAM MORE. It was refreshing and fun to try something new. It also made me extremely nervous about the sprint tri and how I need to actually workout in order to train. Grateful that she encourages me to at least TRI. hahaha....see what I did there.
No comments:
Post a Comment