I wish I could say I have been happily wrapped up in exercise- but I have not been.
I wish summer would find me more able to just get out and play- but it does not.
What has been happening is a lot of master planning, cutting and assembling and running from mold. Yes, picture a cheesy horror film where the main character is chased by a big mass of black, evil looking mold. Let's call it "It Came From The Midwest,In The Summer That Was Not". So many grey, cool rainy days make for an ideal situation to breed mushrooms, mold and mom anxiety about what still needs to be learned in the two short remaining years left till graduation. It's sort of the same kind of feeling you have when you pack your first diaper bag for that first outing with your brand new firstborn, but this time you are trying to fill them instead of a bag with everything you believe they will need for life ahead.
Yes, I have gone into hyper mommy mode, and I cannot shut it off. Good thing is for me hyper mommy mode means I become a nutritional nazi, and there is no variation from the healthy eating plan. Bad news is , if it does not involve being a mom I cannot jump ship even for a minute. It's not that I do not want to, but I cannot find the off switch or chord to pull to indicate I want off at the next stop.
A miracle happened the other day. I was feeling the affects of my accidental mold cocktail and tried to sit in a different chair that had more padding, and I threw my back out slightly. It was not a sharp pain, but instead constant annoying achyness, and finally I decided the only way to get relif was to lay down. I talked son into joining me to watch some mindless TV in my room (hubby was out at a rehersal and son and I planned on watching his show together). As soon as my head hit the pillow I dozed off. Hubby came home early and I asked him to rub my back with some home made arnica compound and I fell asleep. For some reason I woke up a little later and asked for a tylenol, and the next thing I knew it was morning. All together I got 11 hours of sleep- something that has not happened since I was pregnant ! For those keeping score, that would be 1991.
Tomorrow morning is weigh in, and I have no idea what to expect.