Oliver and I spent a great weekend in Milwaukee. It rained for two days, but we were not there for the weather. Now that he’s a little older, we are seeing him becoming afraid of things that once did not phase him. For instance, flying. He has never been bothered or fearful of flying before, and unfortunately, this was a bumpy couple of flights. Really bumpy. The return was so bad he made me hold his hand the whole way. That was Sunday. Today, after a few days of processing, he wanted to talk about it. This morning he said, “Mommy, you held my hand in the airplane. You kept me safe.” I get weepy just typing that.
Moving on…shred. Argh. What was supposed to be a couple of days off for the trip turned into a full-on hiatus. It’s the same with journalling and Weight Watchers. If I take a day off with the intention of going right back, it never happens. I’ve been staying up late and finding every excuse I can think of not to spend some quality time with Jillian and her minions. Even when I’ve found a window of opportunity, Comcast on demand has not been cooperative, giving me error messages and not always loading the work out.
So I bought the damn dvd. Now I own Jillian. She doesn’t own me. And last night I finally got myself to bed before midnight. And this morning I was out of bed by 6:15am. I put Jillian in my laptop and headed for the basement. The kids cooperated and let me shred AND shower before waking up. It was a miracle. Felt like day one all over again, but it’s done. Tomorrow is day two.