You might think that the title of my post today refers to my relatively newly-discovered passion, running. Yes, I have rehabbed my foot and have started back at it...very slowly. No ten milers yet. But it isn't about that.
No, the theme of this week is run, as in never stopping to sit down for ten minutes, and also as in running away. There was a recurring theme of texts between my BFF and I this week about running away, Thelma and Louise-style. Call me a drama queen, but the first week of school really sucks.
Slam, bam, immediately there is a ton of homework. Something that my son tends to wave off..."don't worry mom, it will get done". (Well, friends, sometimes it does, and sometimes it doesn't.) And something that stresses out my daughter to no end. Lots of drama, tears, inability to do chores because of THE STRESS. It is always a transition period.
Adding to the turmoil is the fact that after a very long doctor's appointment on Monday, it was determined that my son has torn his hip flexor and will be out of football for 4 to 6 weeks. This kid NEEDS activity, and football is very good for his psyche. Telling him that he has to attend every practice and watch as other kids get to run and hit and tackle as he sits idle for the next month and a half is NOT. GOOD. We had a lot of angst and rage in the house over that.
So running away. To Mexico. To the beach. To the spa. It sounded like a plausible idea. Until the families wanted their dinner, they needed a ride somewhere, they needed more school supplies, etc. Then it wasn't plausible. We had a Plan B, and that was to get together Saturday night for lobster, chowda, and alcohol. Next best thing.
So folks I have to tell you that I am OBSESSED with Breaking Bad. I am not a TV watcher at all, but my son convinced my husband and I that we had to start watching it on Netflix. We've gotten through Season 2 and I really must emphasize that THIS IS THE BEST SHOW I'VE EVER SEEN. EVER. No wonder it has won a million Emmys.
So reading. Well, I'm reading so slow that I've actually gotten caught up with my review-writing, which is scary. I am about half-way through "The Perfume Collector" in print, and it really is a very good book. Just not enough time to sit. On audio, I blew through "The Husband's Secret" by Liane Moriarty (loved it) and am about 3/4 of the way through "Birdman" by Mo Hayder. "Birdman" is the first installment of the Jack Caffrey series (you might recall me telling you that I accidentally read "Poppet" which was installment #6 - review coming next week). This is good stuff, albeit chilling. I'm going to try to work my way through this series as fast as I reasonably can.
I did quite a bit of stuff yesterday so I might be able to relax a bit today. The only thing on my agenda is church and animal shelter, and hopefully I'll get at least half the day to vegetate with my book. Crossing my fingers. Happy Sunday everyone!