My sister had her baby on Friday. They are both healthy. I'd say more but she has asked me not to write about her and her kids. So I'll just continue to talk about me.
I took her oldest two boys on Friday and for most of the weekend. The not quite two-year-old wore me out. I'm going to take off Tuesday through Friday next week help my sis out.
This weekend really put my recovery in perspective for me. There is no way I could have done this last year. Well, I could have done it, but the kids would have miserable. Last September my knees hurt so badly on steps that I avoided going up to the second floor if I could. Yesterday I found myself running up the stairs for something. Me. Running. I wasn't even out of breath. Nor would we have taken so many walks. I had fun and I was present. Nor was I crabby, even though I had very little me time.
It was hard to be around so much sugary food. My brother-in-law bought donuts all three days I was there. Even the non-sugar snacks I prepared/distributed were kind of difficult. I understand more clearly the struggles moms have with food.
By Sunday it was easier, but I went to the other extreme. I almost forgot to feed Monkey. His older brother had gone to the hospital with his dad. Monkey had bottles of formula, green juice or water all day, but we were so busy that I was getting ready to put him down for his afternoon nap when I realized I hadn't fed him since breakfast. D'oh!
There was one meal when my preoccupation with food made me regress a bit. I visited my sis and baby at the hospital Saturday late afternoon while BIL stayed home with the boys. On the way home I decided to have pizza and a salad delivered. The timing was perfect. By the time it arrived the boys had gone to the hospital again and Monkey was in bed. I was setting the table and savoring the solitary meal I was about to eat when my dad showed up. He came in, sat down and proceeded to babble on about his electric car club and stuff. He didn't want any pizza, but he sat there until I was done. I was so irritated. He gets on my nerves in the best of times, but there he was ruining my meal. Luckily about two-thirds into my meal I realized I was getting myself worked up over dashed expectations and a pizza. I was able to calm down and just go with it. I think he is lonely. Too bad he irritates the fuck out of me right now.
I've also been craving McD fries. I know it is just because I can't eat them. Stupid, sugar, stupid disease.
Fall session of Forrest yoga starts tonight at the park district. I'm excited about it, but I wish it started next week. I'm tired today.
Tomorrow is my one year abstinence anniversary. I'm proud of myself.