First off, let me just say that allergy medicine does not help the common cold or sinus infections. It does nothing at all, except maybe keep you awake and dry out your throat. So, after spending the past five days thinking I am NOT sick (this is just allergies), not getting a wink of sleep, and sucking on throat lozenges like crazy, I now KNOW that I am sick.
On the positive side, my muscles are hardly sore at all. It’s amazing. I’ve been able to go up and down stairs without a problem. I feel like I could even run today if I wanted to…which I don’t. Really. Do I sound like I am trying to convince myself of this? It’s true; I already have the urge for a run.
Instead of running, I let myself dig into work a bit. I even enjoyed working today. It isn’t that I don’t like my job, it is just that I have been going crazy with the impending race. I was really having a hard time concentrating on it. I am happy to be back in my world – where there is work, kid shuttling to and fro, a not so short commute, and too much to do.
After barely getting YaYa picked up on time from soccer camp, we headed to get BoBo at his first day of *high school* football practice. Football! After years of protecting my boy from this contact sport, I am finally letting him play. DD played HS football, so it is only fair. He is enthusiastic about working out, lifting weights, running, and even eating better. There is nothing wrong with that. If he can run fast enough, they won’t be able to crush him. Okay, I said he is enthusiastic about this football thing; I will be an enthusiastic and supportive Football Mom.
We can only hope he’ll suck at football and will go out for cross-country instead! (I hope he doesn’t read your blog.) You go, Football Mom!
Conor sucking at anything athletic is unlikely. I am just hoping that his enthusiasm for playing will help to motivate him to keep his grades up (beyond the minimum requirements that the school has for playing).
Juls, welcome home. It is good to be busy. I remember the look on my mom’s face when I told her that I wanted to play football…as I look at your face even now…I see that cute little turned-up smile. And, if you’ve pulled out your hair…I can’t tell. It doesn’t even look frazzled! You are Mrs. Incredible.
…just wondering if there’s anything you can do about those dark circles around your eyes…or is that your mascara?
Eventually, I am going to change this picture. I just have to figure out how. :)
Time to lose the elastigirl (aka Mrs. Incredible) image and revel myself. Although, if you look at the photos throughout my blog, you will see me quite clearly (unmasked).
You are even more beautiful than imagined! You have a great smile!
Ah, football days. I remember them well, having had two boys myself. Fun and fear all wrapped up in one!