i may not have alluded to it on this space but i was close to hitting that proverbial “wall” by friday of last week.
i think those closest to me could tell that i wasn’t my usual ‘i can survive on next to no sleep’ self. so my plan for the weekend was to relax. with a capital R. underlined. and in bold. and maybe even throw in italics.
and that is exactly what i did. i cleared my schedule of all the things i thought i should do, and all the plans i had made and spent two days doing whatever i wanted to do.
and it was perfect.
m2 and i spent the daylight hours at the pool. getting on our floaties gracefully proved next to impossible. what should have been a simple manoever became an acrobatic feat involving tangled limbs and uncooperative bikinis and laughing so hard that we couldn’t breathe. once securely positioned on our ‘rafts’ we whiled away the hours sharing stories and trying to block out the-three year-old-professional-annoying-noise-producer and her mother-who-was-equally-annoying-and-perhaps-even-more-high-pitched-in-tone-if-that-is-at-all-possible.
i had henry with me this weekend and i fell in love with him all over again. he was hot – no surprise since it is still over 100 degrees here – problem is, he hates the water. he is terrified of it. even rain. BUT after much panting, and doing several laps around the pool, and some encouragement by me, he gingerly treaded onto my floatie and we bobbed around in the water. it could have been a disaster. after all he does have claws and i was basically hanging out on a $2 balloon. but he sat with quivering legs, one ear flopped back in concern and just trusted that i would keep him safe. yeah…endearing is an understatement.
so anyway. i feel a lot better. ready to tackle monday. and this week. and the rest of this month. and the rest of this year.
amazing what one great weekend can do.