Today has really been a great "feel-good-about-me" kind of a day. It's almost 12:30 and to be honest I feel like I've been pretty productive. So far, I've taken Ferris to the Lake and we (I) roller bladed 2.6 miles. I know 2.5 isn't much considering our friend Gary P. just did the friggin' IRON MAN (mad props to Gary P.). But for me 2.5 is plenty. Ferris took in the sights as we zipped along. He saw geese, a police car, a trash truck, various ramps and a bunch of arrows. He even talked me into skating with the jogging stroller "up ramp." Thighs are burning.
Next, we came home, I laid the reluctant boy down for a nap and began cleaning the downstairs laundry/bath room. After that, I did a couple loads of laundry, did my kettle bell work out and took a shower. I am now rewarding myself with a home pedicure to prepare for the Law/Art Professionals Happy Hour this evening. I even carried a massaging foot tub full of water from the kitchen to the living room Golden Child- style (for those of you born post 1980, that means I didn't spill a drop.)
The cynical me is weary about bragging or even mentioning a good day. I always feel like I need to keep it to myself or at least throw in a caveat or two to avoid the inevitable jinx. Today is different though. I was reminded yesterday by my cousin's adoption adventure blog about how God really does pull things together in time. I'm not getting all preachy or anything, but sometimes things really do work out and that in and of itself is miraculous. Maybe this time home with Ferris has softened me a bit, or maybe it's just the post-bar exam euphoria.
25 days until I start the new job.
