Every Once in a While the Planets Align

It turned out to be a really good weekend. I was scheduled both to work and have my husband home. Whammy. However, with the hospital full and not currently taking new patients, I was able to only go in for just a short bit on Friday evening and Saturday afternoon to complete some assessments on existing patients. Also, Joe got released Friday night instead of Saturday morning, so I got a whole extra night. Holy hell. It was beautiful.

Of course it ended too soon, and though I'll see him again in a couple weeks, it's hard to know he's so close but won't "live" at home again for more than a weekend until at least late May. So a little sad after dropping him off (and getting off post), I gave my sister a call. We had a good chat about a few things, and then I hung up and went over to my neighbor's house with the pups. We visited for a bit, and then I ended up playing wiffle ball with their kids and another neighbor kid. After a bit, I looked around and realized I was the only "adult" out there. I know I regressed a bit and even stood my ground when the kids were going to make me bat last when my rightful turn was second. I may be 26, and 14 years older than the oldest kid out there, but dang it, it was my turn!! It was great, though, and I know they had a good time. Hell, not one of them could pitch worth a damn, so they really enjoyed me pitching to all of them. They also said things like "Maybe we can do this again" and "If Joe is back soon maybe he could play also." It flashed me back to being a kid and having the best time when adults would let go and "play" a little too. Maybe that's how they saw me. :-)

Wiffle ball was pretty great for me too. It was good to just run around and move my body for a bit, laughing and having fun. The goodness in moving around, and the fact that I can hardly fit into some of my pants, is giving me that "ready" feeling to commit to a new workout regimen. It's time. I gotta do something. I write all this stuff about becoming debt free and my accountability with finances. However, as Suze Orman says, "If you're not healthy, you're not wealthy." And truthfully, I have just not given a shit recently. I've known I should workout and needed to workout, but I just didn't care. I like that feeling of energy, though, and hopefully that memory will keep me going. Hopefully muscle memory will kick in too. I have a goal to be living healthier by the time Joe graduates from his training. There will be a "pinning" of sorts, and I would love to show a little respect for him in all that he's doing by taking care of myself in the meantime and looking damn good when I put his earnings on his uniform in front of a huge crowd! Of course, that is secondary to respecting myself enough to be healthy.

With that, let the Oscar's hurry up and end and Lu stop damn snoring so I can go to sleep. I have gotten up twice now from the bed and physically moved her around, and she still is snoring like a 400lb man with sleep apnea. Geez.