I haven’t really written much of a “what’s going on in our lives” post lately for many reasons. Mostly because the answer to that is not a whole lot. At all. And what is going on, isn’t exactly fun blog material. But, I thought I’d attempt to ramble and provide a bit of an update on life.
I’m like this close to be cleared for exercise after surgery (10 days, but you know, no one is counting). I basically couldn’t be more excited (and will ugly cry if she tells me I’m not healed). It’s been a long 8 months to get to this point, and I’m itching to get moving again. Also see: doctors shouldn’t learn how to do their jobs on you. It doesn’t end well.
I’m headed to our local Fleet Feet to get fitted for running shoes right after my six week post op appointment, and I’m really excited. There’s also a great class at the gym (from what I hear from my mom friends at play group and the library) that I’m eager to try. The whole “easing back into things” is my downfall.
Speaking of the library, we’ve added in “story time” to our weekly outings. Molly loves it. I sort of spend 30 minutes cringing. So much commotion. So much music and noise. It’s typically 20 or so kids with their moms, and it’s just a total shit show. She loves it, so I keep taking her back. But my social anxiety does not love it. Quiet time is my favorite ha.
Saturday, I had an entire day of not participating in parenting. And, let me tell you. It was GLORIOUS and much needed. Today starts work trip four in four weeks. And Sully’s traveling the week after next while my mom is here (right after his dad leaves). He’s been home 5 days since March 11th. That’s a lot of “single” parenting, and it’s hard. I keep reminding myself that last year he was out to sea at this time and we didn’t have contact for 7 weeks, so it could be much worse. But not having a break from parenting has been tough on me. I feel very fortunate to be able to be home with her and not have to work, but that doesn’t mean I don’t need a break. Also, pineapple margaritas were one of my better ideas! Day drinking is really just not approved of when you’re the parent in charge, so it was nice to be irresponsible for a day and not have to worry about anything. I had my margarita in the sun in the backyard while I worked on my tan. I may blind people in a bikini with my ghost skin. I also hit up Costco alone because I was just getting wild and crazy (before the booze, don’t worry).
Sully has 30 days of leave to use by October 1 or he loses it…because the sub allowed him to have basically no time off (we think he took 30 something days total in the 3.5 years we were there). So far, we’ve got a trip to Hawaii in May planned (assuming we manage to get on the Space A flight there), and we’re in the midsts of planning a 14 day road trip where we’ll camp at 5 different national parks this summer. With a one year old. I figure if we survived the move with her, what’s a camping trip? I’m sure by day 14 I’ll be singing a different tune and warning anyone and everyone against it.
We’re planning to island hop once we get to Hawaii, since we’re staying with some friends on Oahu. Either Maui, Kauai or the Big Island sort of depending on prices/availability of flights and hotels. Anyone have thoughts or suggestions?
Molly has figured out how to go from laying to sitting, so she just sits herself right up at 2 am and talks to her puppy for an hour in the middle of the night. I’ve taken to turning the volume off on the monitor since our room is right next to hers. You can still hear her if she cries, but you can’t hear much of the chatter. Win-win? She also has smacked her head or face into the crib railings about twice a day since discovering sitting herself up, so she’s got quite a few battle wounds. Walter is not pleased by her new found mobility. She’s scooting around a lot more, and he’s learning that she can get to him. We’ve had some growls followed by lots of scolding. Grumpy old man really isn’t a fan of his sister. Four going on 15? Brother Walter tolerates her.
I’m excited about Molly’s first Easter. I ordered a Pottery Barn basket for her and had it embroidered, so the Easter bunny will bring her the same basket every year. I figured it was worth the splurge considering crappy baskets are like $5 and she’ll use this one for the next 15 or so years. I also might have gone a little crazy on items for said basket, but most of it we were going to buy anyway (like the swimsuit for Hawaii and the bath toys since she can support herself well enough in there to play without giving me major anxiety).