First, there is the case of Return to Work. Part-time, albeit, but a return nonetheless, especially with the hour commute to Civilization each way. Hello audiobooks! The first week has been survived, although not without many a tear saying goodbye to the babe in the morning. I have decided it is cruel to make moms leave their babes to go back to work, and no mom should have to suffer the pain…unless of course they prefer it that way. Each woman is different, I suppose. My own constitution, however, is comprised of housewife material, I suppose. So much for all those advanced degrees. Bah!
Second, their is return to jogging. Or should I say shlogging. Very slow jogging. Only a half-dozen times now…not far and not fast…and not always comfortable…still some ongoing pelvic floor issues that complicate matters. All the same–eight months after giving birth to a babe with a Very Large Head, I jog. Again. Hooray. And time to update the play list. My goodness.
I am trying not to get too ahead of myself with the whole jogging bit, but I find it pretty exciting and actually look forward to it when I can squeeze out the time on days off. I doubt I will be running a marathon anytime soon (nor do I ever or have I ever or will I have desire to run a marathon), but a few miles here and there sound mighty nice.
Lastly, there is a return to some old jeans that didn’t used to fit. Not exactly the Skinny Jeans, but the mid-way jeans. I guess that is why some genius person decided to put spandex or Lycra or whatever it is that makes denim stretch in jeans. Give that person a huge hug for me. It feels great! Plus it’s like a shopping spree in your own closet. New clothes you don’t have to pay any money for.
Otherwise, life is a combination of the ever-running crockpot (I have two going side by side on my counter top these days, one with tomato sauce and the other with pear butter), food dehydrator, dishwasher, and mop. And washer machine. Plus some baking thrown in the mix. This week’s goal: vacuum out the car. I think there is an entire forest floor living in there.
I am contemplating trying to make it 30 days with no sugar–candy, baked goods, honey in tea, juice that isn’t Real Juice that I make myself. Dare I try??