Boy, once I didn't blog for a day, I just slipped away, didn't I?
It's been a full week. Glad it's over. The ick finally passed. Audrey missed seven days of school. The other kids missed two each. I was slow for about four days, but didn't get to stop. I pushed myself a couple of times (exercise wise) and probably prolonged my misery. But we're all well-ish now.
On the exercise front, I did miss a couple of days due to illness. And that made me completely crazy. I tried running while still not feeling so hot. I managed a couple of slow miles. The best part was when I was done, the gal on the treadmill next to me asked me how I worked up to running. She's just starting and I felt very encouraged that I at least appear to be a real runner. I found my way back to cycling on Saturday morning. I think that is my new absolute favorite way to spend an hour. The instructor, a sub, reminded us that she has a 6:00 am Wednesday class, and I thought to myself, "Wow, that's great. Then I'll always be able to fit that into my schedule." We've clearly crossed over to an addiction. Yesterday I attended a core class. It was disappointing. Then today I ran and yoga'd. I think I've got my groove back after ten days in the sick-house.
Friday was a special day here. Miss Audrey turned six. Her excitement related to the actual change of age moreso than gifts and cake. Not that she didn't enjoy the gifts and cake. . . Her lunch request was India Palace. Dinner was lasagne and asparagus. Strawberry cake. Last year she complained that I made a lousy cake. I redeemed myself this year.
So the house is recovering from too many people and new gifties and illness and whatnot. I folded a mountain of laundry last night and there are at least four more loads requesting my attention. Sometimes I wish I had a dog so I wouldn't have to clean food up from the floor. But Mrs. Diggs reminds me that they leave a layer of hair as they consume crumbs.
Martin and I are getting along famously. Not, "hey, this marriage might last after all" amicable, but, "wow, I think our divorce will be great." It's going to be an interesting journey, but I'm feeling very positive right now.
So Happy St. Patrick's Day to you. I've never been Catholic, but I've always been Irish and I'm usually a red head.