I traded T.R. for Cricket yesterday. T. was ecstatic to see his dad and Cricket and I are happy to snuggle peacefully on the couch again.
The suitcases are unpacked. The laundry is done. We have food in the house.
I still have a chunk of stuff to sort out in my office (where am I going to fit all these new books?), but that’s a good problem. Photos to sort and prints to order! Albums to make! Spiffy new postcards to display!
Best of all: I rode my bike. Because my body is still catching up with itself after that whole changing-continents thing, I had to do some serious prodding to get myself out the door. I told myself I did not have to go far. In the first block, I was sure I wasn’t going to go far. By the third block, I had a grin plastered on my face and knew I was going to do my usual six mile circuit. It was harder work than usual, especially the last part, but I did it!
One final note: I wore my Uggs out in public and my kids did not, in fact, die of shame. And my feet are very happy.