Wow…September. Isn’t it gorgeous out? Blue skies, temps in the 70’s, kids back in school. I took these shots walking the kids to school the other day. Most mornings there’s a whole troupe of elementary schoolers traipsing up the road to school. It’s a bit Norman Rockwell.
I have to pinch myself and tell myself these days won’t be here forever. Much like those cutie-pie toddler days — evaporated.
Speaking of toddler-hood, I got a nasty replay of those foggy sleep-deprived days this week. On Tuesday night, one of my lovelies called out my name. I hopped out of bed to assist him… got him tucked back in and then some unknown amount of time later I found myself cheek-down on the tile floor.
I asked myself what I was doing sleeping on the bathroom floor. I tried to get up and only made it to my hands and knees. Then a nasty wave of nausea hit me. Huh? I eventually managed to crawl myself back to bed. Yesterday I found some achy bruised spots in suspicious places – tail bone, on my upperback, and on the bridge of my nose. Jeesh – I think I got a concussion.
So I was foggy and sleepy yesterday. Feeling more alert today but still tired. A lot like those early days of sleepless baby nights. Mine were particularly rough back then since I had twins, then another baby 20 months later. But we’ve moved on – and I am grateful for that!
Don’t worry – I’m taking it easy – and that’s what you’re supposed to do if you have gotten a concussion – no strenuous physical or mental exertion. Yay, I’m not cooking dinner.
So this week is kind of in slo-mo for me – but lots of fun things happened the week before that I want to tell you about!
I went with my two buddies to see Sera Beak talk and then we hung out at the old Quarry house for some naughty-good bar food. Thanks Sara R. and Soledad!
I also had a super-fun date night seeing Michael Franti play at The Fillmore in Silver Spring. I haven’t had fun like that in a long time. For 2 solid hours I was wearing a big smile on my face.
That man is like a 6 foot 6 inch rockstar version of Amma. He is a real hugger – out into the audience he went hugging people and just generally spreading his super-positive energy out like an enormous happy magic carpet. I got a big buzz from seeing him – and no, not from some sketchy concert hall substances!
I was thinking the other day about just why I started this blog. Where am I going with it? All I know is that it just made me so happy to get started on it. I’m just happy doing it – and that’s enough. Which, since I’m on an unabashed Michael-Franti-love-fest, reminded me of his song “Do it for the Love“
Here’s what my mama said
Do it for the love, not for the money
Not for the guns and not for the honeys
Do it ‘cause it makes you feel alive
Like the way we rockin’ on Saturday night
Do it for the love of it, do it for the smell of it
Do it for the joy and the taste and the hell of it
Do it ‘cause you love it and it makes no sense
Not yens or euros or dollars or cents
… And one more thing to be grateful for. Jack and I made a chocolate cake Monday night. We didn’t have time to ice it that night… but it made for a breakfast-of-champions Tuesday morning! (And people call me a health nut?) Touché!
I guess when it’s this good – no fork is required!
OK, now have a great rest of the week and weekend and try not to end up on your bathroom floor! 😉