A snapshot of my life: Dropped off Ethan, Dropped off Maggie. Next song on the radio was “Sugar” by Maroon 5 and within minutes I had tears POURING down my face. Okay, so I get that this is a song written about a romantic partner, but I ignore those parts..to me this song is about my kids. “My broken pieces, you pick them up, don’t leave me hanging, hanging. Come give me some when I’m without ya, I’m so insecure, you are the one thing, one thing I’m living for.” Granted, it sounds a little codependent, but again, ignore. These kids are so fucking amazing! Yes, they are also turning my hair gray, but that’s their JOB. I love our times together.
I headed to the gym for my free training session. Within 10 minutes I was a hunk of burning, sweaty, red-faced mess. I am not one of those pretty work-put ladies…never have been as I tend to be the “before” shot.
After she was finished, I tried some of the exercises again and it was funny. I’m on the machine, trying to balance the ball behind me against the machine while simultaneously picking up the hand thingies on my sides to do row squats (is that a thing?). The ball would fall. I get the ball back up, squat down again and lose the ball. It took me 4-5 times before I managed to get my hands where I needed them while keeping the ball where it needed to be. After I was finished the “work-out”, a guy (no, no, no – don’t go thinking that) came over and I knew why. I giggled and said it was my first day but I intended to get this down and become the gym’s poster child for successful workouts. He was laughing and congratulated my attitude. If ya can’t laugh at yourself, what fun is life?
Back to work where I successfully completed group and worked with a new client. As always in non-profit work, there is sooo much paperwork. Monday mornings are nice – few therapists – lots of quite to get work done as I slowly create my “system.” I was also complimented by one of the most incredible therapists I have met – she told me I have a gift for this work, which is gratifying to hear after a lifetime spent in the wrong field. The trick, for me, is to learn how this system works so I can effectively help clients.
Work was (mostly) done – there was studying to do at home, but for now there were a few things I needed to pick up so I could complete dinner meals. As I headed to the store, a guy in a truck is riding me, so I pulled over to let him pass. As I reach the stoplight, I see him there at the same red light. I was so tempted to honk, smile and wave at him, but I remember L’s warnings about getting shot one day if I don’t watch my driving attitude.
I bumped into one of my favorite UM people, Kim, in the grocery store (I miss her!!), grabbed what I needed and headed home. I had just finished the chicken (it was simmering), the brown rice (with carrots and peas) was cooking. Mags texted to see if I wanted a Togo sandwich (Nope! I just cooked us dinner!) and soon my kiddos were home. L didn’t seem to remember my bus-door issue, which is fine. Lizzie isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Earlier-still bedtime for me as Maggie is leaving for her field trip early tomorrow.
Picture: Annie is not impressed with my study habits.
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