Saturday at Home

I've been MIA on here for almost a week, and for those of you who follow along somewhat regularly, you'll be pleased to know that I'm alive and kicking...

Just not as high as usual, as my husband likes to say.

This week has been crazy and today is the first time I've actually had a chance to sit down at the computer and collect my thoughts.  It's almost 4 PM and this is the first time that I've actually turned on the computer today, which has to be a record for a Saturday.

We had NOTHING planned today and I was glad that I may actually get to straighten up the house.  Not any strenuous housework, mind you, because that would just be asking too much, but I did scrub the toilets and clean the mirrors and my washer and dryer are going as I type...

I can't do anything strenuous because frankly, I'm worn out.

This semester we decided to do clinical all at the end which meant that I had two back to back days of clinical.  I had forgotten how hard nursing was.  I'm just thankful that we aren't doing twelve hours shifts. On the plus side, I got to meet some wonderful residents and I'm reminded of how important the role of the nurse is.

Caleb had games scheduled for Tuesday and Thursday this week, but that got changed and we ended up having games on Wednesday and Thursday instead.  Yesterday I had a faculty meeting in Hazard and then we stayed in the gym for four hours.

Yes. 

Four hours. 

And it didn't involve a game... but Caleb worked on shooting.  And rebounding.  And fouling his father.

He apparently took it to heart when I said, "You get five fouls. Make them count."

Such good parenting. 

So, today was heaven because I slept until 10 AM and then had biscuits and gravy at my in-laws. 

I then cleaned the house and bagged up the empty food bags from my car.

Living on the road during the week can be difficult.

And then I realized how beautiful it was outside.  The sky was blue and the sun was shining and it wasn't even nippy...

so I decided to grab my headphones and walk outside.

I did 5 miles.

That may or may not have been a good decision.

So now I am sitting on the couch and probably won't move from this spot the rest of the evening...

unless I can force myself to crawl to the bathroom, because apparently I wasn't really as ready for those five miles as I thought I was.

At least it wasn't on the dreadmill.

I now have a Diet coke by my side as well as plenty of reading materials.  I figure that I'm set for the evening.

Have a blessed weekend, friends!