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And boy are my arms tired. I am in poor shape; this job is more sedentary than my last one, and my major forms of activity at my last one included a 3-minute walk to the bus, fetching the mail in the basement, and occasionally moving books. I mean, I can still walk 2 miles in 30 minutes comfortably, but I don't actually do it very often.

It takes me maybe 5 minutes to get to the pool. It wasn't crowded - only opens at 11:30, so I am on the early end. There are showers. I swam breaststroke for 20 minutes, though I had to force myself to keep going at 5; eventually my quads and arms warmed up and I was able to think about things other than "ow, ow, ow." (This is why I can't run - even after a few weeks I still run along thinking, "ow, ow, ow, I feel like my lungs are being scrubbed out with steel wool, ow, ow, ow.") I was rubbery when I got out of the pool and will feel it tonight I think (how under-used the tricep is in my daily life!)

So now I have to do it over and over. I think my goal will be 4 days a week, and work up to 30 minutes in a couple of weeks. I ordered parts of a swimsuit a couple of days ago - a long-sleeved rash guard and swim shorts, and I may need another bikini/tankini top to wear under the rashguard, which isn't designed to be worn alone. I wore my old bikini today, though, and it was fine. I need to think about a kickboard - I think they have them there but I feared if I got out to look I wouldn't get back in! I need to pack a kit with shampoo, soap in a box, deodorant, moisturizer, maybe a razor, and sunscreen. Need to buy spares of these at the grocery. I can cut out showering at home if I do it at the pool some days. Need to work on my strokes and form. I am not sure I properly remember how to crawl any more.

Go team me!

I have been trying hard to do a little more self-care this week. I am ashamed to admit that it started from reading Redbook and Good Housekeeping at my MIL's house last weekend, but, you know, it's still a good thing. My current goals are:

Take my meds every day. I had been forgetting a LOT, or getting too busy in the mornings. So I put a spare bottle of pills in my purse, so I can take them at work if I don't before leaving the house.

Wash my face every morning and night. I am sure for many of you this is basic. For me, not so much.

I walked home with Dillo in the stroller from his day care twice this week, and will again today. He is very happy (we walk along the bus route, so BUS!) and the weather has been lovely and exercise is good for me.

I am also seriously considering shaving my legs this weekend. I am afraid I will hate the upkeep, but right now I am tired of the furry.

Ask Moxie got me in the gut today with: "Can we talk about one of the central themes of the book, that everyone's "supposed" to be passionate about something according to society, and what if you've never found that thing, or are no longer passionate about something that you once loved?" (http://www.askmoxie.org/2008/03/book-review-the.html)

My reply was:
I am meeting with my counselor next week to talk about the issue of what I am passionate about. I have a job, am in school taking steps to a (second) career, and have 2 kids, and still am not passionate about, well, anything. I never have been. For me, motherhood hasn't changed this, though it has significantly lessened my time to wallow in worrying about it. My older child is 4 and my younger 20 months, so I'm still head-down and moving forward as best I can. No room for big picture, "what do I want in life?" worries. Except with some coming changes in our family, I NEED to think about what I want, so I can start advocating for it. Hence the counselor.

Honestly, the only way in which I am different from my wastrel brother is that I work despite not knowing what I want, while he is waiting to know what he wants and just passing the time until then. But, you know, what if you never know what you want? I hope the counselor can work some magic with me.

It began in gronk, mostly leftover from Thursday night's bad sleep by the children. But then, with my encouragement and the help of diagrams on the internet, mr. flea took apart the washer and fixed it! It had just popped or wiggled off a hose in the inside. He decided that as his reward he wanted to go to a restaurant we'd never been to, called Honey's. It is basically a non-chain Denny's, with a hostess who looked like Charo and waitresses with strong accents who coo over the babies. Also, in terms of patrons, probably the most racially integrated restaurant I've eaten at in town. Food was only so-so, though.

A friend had dropped off a free, very used but fine condition double jogging stroller - YAY! So after some lassitude we decided to go for a walk, and instead of just doing the local loop we walked to Casper's day care, to see how practical it would be to walk her to and from school instead of driving. It's about a mile away i think, and used to take me about 25 minutes when I was picking up Casper after work. So mr. flea and I have devised a sort of competition, to encourage us both to do one walk a day - he'll do the AM and I'll do the PM, which should work fine in our current work schedules. This will get us energy and exercise and good stuff like that, and save the short trip of the car, go environment!

I've had one email from my child care ad, but it seems like a good possibility (woman who does breastfeeding education, has 4 school-age kids) even if the woman is not the world's most eloquent emailer. Need to call her this weekend. Also have been talking with a woman with a 4 month old who is interested in sharing 3 days a week on our schedule; we're working together to look for people. So it's a start, some leads. And we have neighbor E for the next 2 weeks.

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