A smattering of chattering

The weekend was good, too short, but good. My headache from Friday continued fairly steadily until Sunday afternoon. Wats!, as my favorite legume would say. You know you are a mom of several smallish children when a 48 hour headache does not ruin your weekend. Since I was constantly surrounded by adults and no one needed my assistance in the restroom, I felt pretty fantastic.

Note to self: Get away with the man more often.

Saturday after the worship retreat Paul and I drove to his company fitness center so he could get me a pass card and show me around the place. I am a bit of a (OK, total) gym nerd. They can be so noisy and stinky with painful lighting. Large machinery with the purpose of moving my body I find somewhat alarming. Paul is a bike man, but I wanted to try the elliptical. He stood by and tried to assist me,

Am I doing it right?

I don’t know.

Does it look like I am working?

Yes, you’re working.

Well, it doesn’t feel like it…OH MY! I think I’m dying.

I guess it’s working.

No, it’s killing me! What do you push to stop…

He’s a good man. I decided to walk on the treadmill while he rode the bike. I tortured him with some, How’s my posture? Do you think I am moving very fast? sorts of questions which he kindly answered.

We showered up after, then got a late lunch before doing a little necessary shopping. We finished the day with care group.

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I need to wrap this up as the kids are all holed up in C. Riley’s room. My brain is feeling mushy. I am going to try to pawn these people off on their father.

I have several posts up my sleeve, including a tribute to one of my lucky readers. Yes, touch your hand to your face or chest and wonder, “Could it be me?” You’ll know soon.

Note: This post was written 5ish Monday night but I had trouble posting.