today is my last monday off of maternity leave. so far its been a good day... coffee, visitors, avacado BLT, afternoon naps while watching reruns of greys, and only crying twice thinking about this being my last week home.
thank you for sleeping for 8+ hours the last 4 nights. mommy and daddy truly appreciate the extra zzzzzz's (although i secretly miss the 2am feeding...)
join me in making a bad life decision, please? come on, you know you want to...
dear greys anatomy reruns,
thanks for bringing me back to a time when a lot of what you said made sense in my life... "ok, anyone who says you can sleep when you die, tell them to come talk to me after a few months as an intern. of course its not just the job that keeps us up all night. i mean, if lifes so hard already, why do we bring so much trouble on ourselves? whats up with the need to hit the self destruct button? maybe we like the pain. maybe were wired that way... because without it, i dont know. maybe we just wouldnt feel real. whats the saying... why do i keep hitting myself with a hammer? because it feels so good when i stop."
the extra $30 on the bill this month (mostly likely due to the air conditioner) was the best $30 ever spent.
dear weather gods,
the forecast for saturdays beach 2 beacon 10k looks amazing right now. please keep it that way!
dear marathon training,
for once i have made it 6 weeks and havent missed a training run yet (and feel good! and am sometimes doing cross training!) who am i?!
dear pro compression,
i owe ya. well, i keep buying things from you so maybe i dont owe you, but thank you.
thank you for all that you have done over the past 11 (plus) weeks (actually over the past 7 years next month...) henry is so lucky to have you as his dad. i (we) couldnt do this without you. we love you!