I may or may not have had my husband dig through the trash to look for my prescription sunglasses only to find they were not there. Yet they were neither found anywhere else and so I suspected they must have been hauled away to the dump with the trash anyway. This late afternoon they were found by my hero husband buried in a honeysuckle plant looking worse for wear. He says he can fix them. I sure hope so.
I may or may not have fallen asleep on the couch all night while the boys slept in a tent in the backyard. Living it up while I had the house to myself.
I may or may not have checked out a hiking book from the library with the intention of doing a great hike over Labor Day weekend. I went through the hikes that would family friendly and they all take half a day to get to the trailhead with treacherous (the book's word) roads. Yep, not happening. Too remote.
My worst fear about using the neighborhood gym may or may not have occurred this weekend. I found myself overheated and tachycardic while on the treadmill. I managed to keep from falling and passing out and causing a major scene interrupting the marathoner next to me. But I propped myself up on the rail and went in and out of consciousness. It took a full five minutes of standing/leaning there for my heart rate to get down to 120, my point I deemed safe enough to get off and hug the wall for awhile.
All in all, I may be just too stinking busy moving from one task to the next to absorb what is going on around me. Not my favorite way to live life, but the stage I find myself. So I will suck it up buttercup cause it's all worthwhile things on the calendar.
My husband may or may not have broken/fractured his pinky toe while drying the boys off from their shower. "Man, that wall just came out of no where!" said his pinky toe. You'd think they were wild animals he needed to corral to break his toe while doing the bed time routine. They were rather docile that time. *
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