self-care

The term “self-care” has been a buzzword in my life lately.  The doctor, my trainer, friends…everyone seems to be on this kick and determined to pull me in ….

So yesterday morning, after I self-cared my achy old body to the gym and completed a nice self-care filled workout, complete with squats, viper work and rope play….

I put up a Christmas tree.  First of the season — okay, I know its not OFFICIALLY the season, but it’s two months from Christmas Day, so I figured, what the heck.  And, Christmas Decorations are my favorite things in the world, so I feel like yesterday was a win.

Merry Christmas?

3 kids, 3 inlaws. 6 grandchildren.  1 case of RSV, one asthma attack, one bad cough, one pink eye and one “almost fractured leg”.  That leaves one healthy grandchild ….

Oh, and a tray of lasagna, a 10 lb. ham, potato salad, festive crasin salad, a gallon of homemade eggnog, 2 ricotta pies, 10 dozen cookies, 2 pickle wheels, 2 lbs. of ring bologna, 2 lbs of swiss cheese………what am I going to do with all this food????

These kids better get well, pronto!

you know you’re OLD when…

elfyou reach up to the valance to wrap the Christmas Elf’s arm around the loop and you pull  your back to the point where you are draped over a side table yelling ” babe, babe” and your husband comes running out to the family room and thinks ” oh my God, she’s having a heart attack” and grabs for the phone to dial 911, because, you know, thats what you do when your wife is having a heart attack.  And, you yell “no, no, I pulled my back” and he puts the phone down and says, “what?  Stupid elf”. and leaves you draped over the table while he walks to the kitchen to finish washing dishes.  Old.