Its 10:25 p.m. and its raining outside. The weather is a surprisingly cool 74 degrees - unheard of for mid-August in Texas. I am sitting in my bed, sleepy and snuggled under my blanket... my face illuminated by the light of my laptop. The house is nice and quiet; my girls are tucked comfortably into their beds. I have just bid farewell to my friend J who came over to cut my yard, have dinner and work on other random household tasks on my list.
We ran into each other today by pure accident in the hardware store. I was there to have keys made for the new hire in my office. I didn't even notice as J quietly approached me from behind and sensually slid his hand from my rear down between my legs. You would think my first reaction would be to jump and perhaps slug someone. In all actuality, it felt nice at first and then I realized I didn't know who it was. All of this happened in a matter of seconds. I turned around, quite prepared to punch someone in the stomach, when I saw his smiling face. We both laughed then and tonight at how slow my reaction was. I guess it has just been way too long.
My kids were with the ex all last week. It was good for me to do nothing some nights. One night I rode my bike to my favorite yoga studio and took a class. Saturday morning, I went on a 30 mile bike ride with a local cycling group. We were also blessed with cooler than normal temperatures. I actually had a list of things I wanted to do around the house but none of them were accomplished. I did take naps, watched what I wanted to watch on TV (Olympics), saw a few movies (Tropic Thunder is freakin' hilarious) and got lots of fun fitness in. All in all, a good week.
My older daughter Rose is about to enter first grade. Thursday afternoon we will meet her new teacher. She also has her very first soccer practice that night and she is thrilled. This surprised me after last year when she first began kicking around a ball at school... I asked her then if she liked it and she said, "Mommy, I don't like to sweat." Now, she is counting down the days. I wonder if she'll be competitive. Something that I'm not.
She asked me about her soccer coach. I only know him from one email. She asked me his name and then said, "It would be so cool if (my soldier) was my coach. Then he would be coach and we could be friends and talk after practice too!"
Of course, I shared this with my soldier during our call yesterday. He laughed out loud and I could imagine the prideful smile on his face. He is always thrilled to hear when my daughters ask about him or refer to him out of the blue. Even towards the end of the call, he asked me, "So, what did she say again? Why would she think I'd be a good coach?"
Well, he is my coach, always encouraging me through my fitness goals. And he was the goalie on our high school soccer team. He told me of a great soccer match between he and some American soldiers against some Iraqi soldiers a few months ago. I'm sure I've mentioned it to the kids. Its amazing what they'll remember.
Grace has to have "princess" crowns put on her teeth Friday morning. They actually have to sedate her to do this. They use some sort of anesthesia that she drinks, they use nitrous oxide and they give her a shot in the mouth. She has never had anything like this before. I have to take the day off to be with her during her recovery afterwards. The dentist asked me lots of questions when we set this up. We don't know why but apparently her molars didn't calcify correctly in utero or during her first year.
"Did something happen while you were pregnant with her?"
"Was she sick a lot during her first year?"
No and No.
"Bad teeth in your family?"
"Hmmm, just bad luck then."
All of it makes me crazy. Would it be asking too much if Mommy could have the anesthesia and laughing gas too?
So, as the thunder rolls outside and the breeze from my ceiling fan cools my skin, I find I can barely keep my eyes open. Once again, my efforts to go to bed before 11 p.m. fail me. I should sleep well though. A good storm always sends me off to la-la land.