Thank you all for your well-wishes after yesterday’s post. I am much happier today.
I’m tired, but no more tired than on a normal day. I did nap briefly today, but only for about 20 minutes while my children cleaned their room. Well, while Sam cleaned their room and the other two puttered around avoiding cleaning their room. And that is why Sam earned Lego Star Wars playing time and the other two have to watch him.
I would like to clarify that I am not quitting caffeine, but rather cutting down. See, I drink a lot of soda. And I need to drink much less soda. And so far so good.
I have continued to do well with my food intake. Although here’s a tip: the day before you go on a diet (and it kills me to say that I’m “on a diet” because I hate that terminology for some reason, but I am on a diet, I suppose) do not, repeat, do not, buy a loaf of delicious fresh-baked cinnamon swirl bread. Trust me.
And as soon as my kids go to bed I plan to do another very light 40 minutes on the elliptical. Thank you to everyone who assured me that I can, in fact, do the Shred, but I’ve been reading your tweets and all you people talk about is how much it’s killing you. So I think I’ll ease into it with some very light ellipticalling, thank you very much. Maybe I’ll Shred next month.
Also contributing to my good mood is this:
You may remember that when I brought her home to spend the weekend this past September, I was terribly concerned that she might not make it through the weekend. Add several months to her now old age and imagine how stressed I must be. Plus, I’m keeping her for all of spring break, so there’s a whole week and a half to be worried about here.
But you wanna know the kicker? I was actually going to bring her home a couple of weekends ago, but Quinn’s teacher suggested that I postpone her visit because she had come in one morning to find Daisy unresponsive and difficult to wake. Plus she did some staggering around and seemed not quite right on one side. Quinn’s teacher thought Daisy might have had a stroke and that she might be near the end.
But since then she’s been “totally fine” so thumbs up, fingers crossed, and happy thoughts!
In related news, I’m thinking of pre-writing her obituary now. It’s going to start like this:
Three-year-old Daisy passed away this spring break under the watchful eyes of Stimey’s cat Izzy…
I am so screwed.