September 24, 2013 by Amy B
I did not get out to run at 5:00 like most mornings. My head felt weird. I struggled to get out of bed. I sat in the kitchen going through my usual morning routine and nothing was clicking. I decided the head/body weirdness was enough to warrant going back to bed for a few hours and possibly working from home.
So I did. And I think it was the right decision. I was feeling better around lunch time and even got out for a run in the early afternoon, albeit not the best one, but done.
I was surprisingly productive (it’s amazing what you can accomplish when you aren’t badgered with little “oh, by the way” tasks) and even feel a little recharged. Here’s hoping I can carry it through the rest of the week.
I’ll admit I was a little down last night on my birthday. Not because of getting older, but because I got wrapped up in little shit that doesn’t make a difference in the grand scheme. I tend to do this. I thought of a year ago – we had Aaron’s baptism on my birthday – and I missed having my family with me, even if birthdays aren’t a huge deal. We didn’t go out. We didn’t even have a nice dinner (leftovers) and we had cupcakes because I decided that dammit, I needed cake, and no one was making it unless I got up and did it.
There may have been a little pouting and general frustration on my part.
In the end:
- I was able to spend the evening with my kids and husband.
- My leftover whitefish taco was actually delicious. (I DID get to go out for lunch with Scott without the kids, though it was hurried and not as relaxing as I had hoped it would be.)
- The cupcakes were awesome. I know it’s mostly chemicals, but damn, that boxed cake pixie dust sure does produce some yummy cupcakes.
- I had a nice conversation with my brother, which doesn’t happen very often, and a FaceTime call with my parents.
One of these years, I hope to actually act my age on my birthday.