Last night I got back from my sister-in-law's bachelorette party in New York City. I spent a lot of time thinking about the weekend before I went. How would I handle all the activities, most of which included drinking? How would I survive, considering I'm tired pretty much all the time lately? The verdict? It was NO problem. I haven't laughed that hard and so much in forever.
This morning, of course, I am reeling from the lack of sleep, which put the lack of sleep caused by my second born in the past year to shame. In that pointed clarity that comes from a weekend like the one I had, the kind of thinking where you are ready to return to your normal life - but do it better! and healthier! - ll I can think about is making myself some more coffee and some other, pointed and specific statements and goals, stated below, that I think will help get me back into the swing of things (in addition to the fact that I think I might go to bed at 7:30 or so tonight, and certain people should not tempt me to do otherwise by making watching television on the couch until like 10 p.m. seem like such an innocuous and great idea, ahem).
-Holy WHAT? We're spending as much time as possible this week outside. -Long or short? I'm going for it. Long. Longer anyway. My hair. -More coffee. Stop getting sidetracked. -Dinnertime is about to get revamped around this place. -Pumped about: new running shoes, our backyard garden, getting in a swimming pool this summer. -More coffee. Seriously.