Stop signs, green light go, caution flags and speed bumps help us navigate the streets. What about life? The proverbial sign I keep looking for is as elusive as ever... or is it that I am just not seeing what is right under my nose?
A small group of people on Yahoo groups (a thyroid group) helped advise me on how to take my Armour to optimize its effects. Their stories help me understand much of what happened to me over the past four years.
I did a complete round of Yoga tonight, walked Boonie twice, rode my bike and helped Brian begin a project. I have energy left. It feels strange, like one of those speed bumps that comes up on us unexpectedly, causing our butts come off the seat. Brian is doing well in school, and is unusually content. Alex has moved, and although sad about it, he has discovered a ton of boys at the condo complex up the street.
I don't think I can feed all of them though...
I am wondering how much he may have been worrying about me. I thought I did a great job at covering how I was feeling, and tried to stall my crashes for when he is with his dad. But the past few days he keeps commenting that I look good, so either he is noticing something different...or he wants something expensive.
Seriously, he is very relaxed and happy. He is breezing through his homework. I hate to think he was suffering along with me, especially when I fought so hard to hide my illness from him. Oh the tangled web we weave,,,when we practise to deceive...
I did manage to burn our steak tonight. You know, that chard-black-chunks-fall-off-outer-casing-to-the-meat kind of burned. Doesn't it drive us nuts when we get home from work, start dinner, run around and someone wants to come over for a chat? Does anyone not respect someone's evening? Who visits at 6pm?
I still served the better parts of the steak to Brian, who I caught a glimpse feeding Boonie. She proceeded to drink all her water after just one bite. I ate my salad only. One might say dinner was a bust. Brian told me my scrambled eggs are better...so he got to load the dishwasher thank you very much.
Was the burned steak my sign? :-)
Brian has a project due this week. I think if I start drinking martinis now I should be mentally prepared for his last minute pull it together. Oh crap... I don't drink them. Maybe I can talk his dad into taking him the night before. I can feign some important meeting I forgot. Brian has to make some sort of shadow box. Lord just shoot me now.
Where was the stop sign when the teacher decided this would be a good learning experience for a boy...?...
Unless we put dead bugs in it...
,,,and pieces of the burned steak...
Until next time-
C
