On the eve of my one month post-birth check-up, I feel like I'm beginning to approach my version of normal. While many things continue to elude me like submerging in water or making it to dinner not looking like Quasimodo, I have started to re-engage into society.
Friday night we went out to a rather ordinary event, but it was special evening nonetheless as it was the first time in many moons that I've crossed county lines. And although still accompanied by le infant diva, we managed to make it to dinner afterward to a place with cloth napkins and a full bar.
And on Saturday, I cooked. I spent all day in my element over the stove element preparing a thank you feast for just some of the many people who helped ensure Jessica's healthy entry into the world with all of their help over the last several months. It was a wonderful evening, truly.
Yesterday I was pretty much wiped out from the previous evenings, but I didn't strangle the cashier at the grocery store for remarking on how tired I look, so that's progress.
And today's normal agenda will include laundry (of course) and a new gym class for Amy. And while I can't check off reading (hello June book review deadline) and running from the back-to-normal list yet, I did think seriously about doing both, so it almost counts.
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I used to love when I would trek around with my 4 yo, 2-1/2 yo and newborn and have people say, "My, you have your hands full."
And I would always reply something like, "Yep, and I wouldn't have it any other way!" or "Beats having my hands empty!"
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