The past two and a half weeks have gone somewhere, I just don't know where.
We spent a weekend at Hidden Villa with other families from Clover's class. We did this two years ago and it was a relaxing, unplugged weekend. This time that wasn't the case, as we had to leave the farm for a few hours for baseball pictures and hit-a-thon, and the first game of the softball season. It wasn't relaxing, but there were great moments, like when Rocket was standing alone in a clearing between the cabins, and when I asked if he was okay, said, "Mom, did you hear the cows mooing?"
We visited the cows, pet the baby lambs (so soft, really like a baby merino scarf), checked out the chickens, and saw the huge piggies.
Then it was my birthday, which was partially spent at a tile store.
Which felt as realistic as pinning a photo of a house with an indoor waterslide because the house remodel is on hold-ish, as we await getting our plans approved. It feels like that day is never, ever coming.
Foot issue persists.
My new personal massager arrives tomorrow. When I told Kevin about how I got three massages at the gym from my trainer using a personal massager called The Stick, I could tell by the look on his face that there was a misunderstanding. This happened at the dinner table in front of the kids, which meant my attempts to clarify weren't helping.
Me: "No, it's a personal massager, the kind that you rub on your muscles."
Me: "No, not that kind. It's a long stick with a handle."
I see now that The Stick is called, "the toothbrush for muscles." Thankfully I didn't know that when I talked to Kevin or the misunderstanding would have deepened.
But today was a special day: it's the final day of Girl Scout cookie sales for 2012! I dropped off our troop banking report - the final step - and walked away feeling happy enough to skip, which I would have done if I didn't have that damn plantar faciitis.