I've been feeling a bit off this past week. The littlest things are making me tear up. I cried at the end of LOST (which I probably would have anyway) and I cried really hard at the end of the Biggest Loser, like Terms of Endearment type crying. (I didn't see the marathon episode until Saturday afternoon, because it was pre-empted on Tuesday by the Yankee/Red Sox game). Last night when Mike got home he looked at me and asked what was up, and I told him nothing is up. Then half a glass of wine later, I'm blubbering on the phone to one of my BFF's about a whole bunch of things.
I guess I'm more upset about my Mom selling her house than I realized. We're going to Long Island this weekend for one last trip home before she closes. 32 years in that house, there is a lot to say goodbye to.
It's also saying goodbye not to just a house, but to that whole area, and the friends and family that are still there. Yes we can visit, but the visits will probably be fewer.
Those Stay At Home Mom vs. Working feelings have been popping up again, pretty strongly. I love being home with the kids. But it's getting to the point now that they're older that I need something for myself. I think I'm ready to go back to work. Which doesn't scare me, but kind of does.
I'm feeling better after the crying jag, and Mike worked from home today and surprised me by saying I could run outside while he watched Luke (4.3 miles, 39:25 pace. I'm going to keep boring you with stats). Then a little retail therapy was in order, so after Luke went to school, and I picked Eliza up from school, we hit the mall. Where I bought Nuun, Sportsbeans and Clif Shots at EMS and took E for a spin on the Carousel. Then in Barnes & Noble, I immediately spied a new release by one of my favorite Chick Lit authors, which is exactly what is in order for this Holiday weekend.
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