A ten-client load, followed by a 7:15 pm dinner, followed by playtime with Evelyn and a bedtime routine involving snuggles, means a 9:18 pm start writing time is clomping its hooves awfully close to my 10 pm bedtime. Why sleep so early, you ask? Because seeing four and a half hours of sleep on my app coupled with the fatigue meant I was at a deficit, so last night I slammed in a few more hours, and tonight I’m doing the same.
I wish time wasn’t such a constraint for these posts; I’d prefer it flying like the 100-dollar bills out of my pockets. But since that’s not the case for time or for money actually, I take to the page like a thief, pumping out words at maybe 70 words per minute, and hang on to the edge of my seat as I sling them to make my bedtime goal.
Am I boring? I swear I zone out hearing the stuff come out of my mind onto the page. If I’m zoning out, I can only imagine what you’re doing. What are you doing anyway? Eating ice cream? Standing in your kitchen? Sitting on your couch? You’re definitely not in your car, but maybe you’re in someone else’s car and in the passenger seat. That could be. I wonder what noises you hear? I only hear the fingering of keys, like I said at quite a quick speed. I push the delete button a lot, so there’s the bang, bang, bang sound like a mini woodpecker that sounds off on the right side of my keyboard.
Oh yeah, Evelyn’s advanced as far as she can in swimming at the YMCA. She’s supposed to be advancing to the next class; however, she’s too young. Dave’s calling tomorrow to see what to do. But yeah, it was pretty cool seeing her little 4-year-old butt, stroking, sit diving, and backstroking so confidently next to the two girls two years older than her. I don’t know about you, but feeling secure with my kid around water, or any kid for that matter, is sure a great feeling.
I did day two of hitting 10,000 steps. When mid-day, a client asked for a session via a phone call, I not only said, “Of course,” but also snapped on my headphones, put on my rain jacket and tennis shoes, then got trudging in the rain. The only downfall was hitting a puddle over the sidewalk that when I tried going around, I overcommitted to some deceptively dry-looking grass, that instead led to slogging in anover muddifying madness. I left my tennis shoes at the office for tomorrow’s walk; the question in my mind is, will they dry?
It’s good to have you to talk to. Having you here each night, although sometimes a “AHHHH what do I say?” is also such a welcomed coast into the end of a day. It’s not always easy, and sometimes I get stuck, but more often than not I love doing this and find blogging such a meaningful space to fill in my day. So, thanks for being a part of this ride with me.
Alrighty, I’m going to try to squeeze an episode of the docuseries “You Are What You Eat: A Twin Experiment” – I love the research and education into nutrition and perhaps will even change some of my habits because of it.
Love, Jaclynn
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