scenes from lately

These past few weeks have felt much more like the holiday season than the lazy days of summer. I’m operating in this mode that isn’t really my favorite – I’m constantly thinking about ways to juggle all the things I have to do and want to do, and often that involves doing more than one thing at a time. I’m staying up way past my bedtime, and this morning I can really feel it. I’m too old for this studying thing, I’m afraid.

I’ve missed writing in this space as well, but some things just have to slow down. Perhaps more things should, but I’m just not built that way. I just don’t have the drive or stamina to hole up in a room for twelve hours a day and study, so I haven’t. I fit smaller chunks of it in, in bits and pieces around my family and the things we want and need to do. I’m trying to working efficiently, and hopefully this will work for me. We’ll find out this time next week.

In other quick news from our corner:

E came home from Girl Scout camp all glowing and smiling – and then she promptly disintegrated into a sleeping mass of arms and legs for the rest of the weekend. 

Our family participated in a 5K race – a stroller derby – at F’s school. E and I did the earlier 5K (speed walked it, although we both wanted to run it!), and then we all did the one mile fun run – F ran that, which meant that the wagon was really just a water bottle misting station on wheels.

Before the race we hit the farmer’s market, and afterwards E and I met friends at The Mud House for lunch and then a tour at Midwest Pasta – it was fascinating, plus we got to bring home a lot of fresh made pasta, so dinner planning has been easy-peasy. I promise a catch up later this week on what we’ve been eating. (Also, the kids thought the hairnets were hilarious.)

And I’ve been squeezing in PT exercises and quick 3-4 mile walks whenever I can – I’ve got a lot of strength to rebuild after three months of limited use. But yesterday, as I ran (!), I thought about what my feet had gone through in March, and I’m just so darn proud of them. I know it sounds silly, but honestly, the ability our bodies have to heal themselves is incredible, and not something that I take for granted. Being able to stretch my legs again and pound out some of these daily stresses is a gift, and I’ll take it. Now I just need to figure out where I stashed that other gift of sleep.