I got out of the house yesterday! I had a lot of options available to me, but we settled on the most low key outing – the dog park. Unfortunately, winter showed back up again and it was FREEZING and windy. But I didn’t really mind. It felt like quite the trek getting from the car to the bench halfway down the hill. But I made it! It felt really good to get out in the fresh air and watch Annie run around having fun. I miss going there, so much. I miss everything about freedom.
Dramatic, right? It feels kind of dumb to write these Sunday Intentions post when I feel like I have so little control over my life right now. But writing out my plans for the week is also supposed to be what motivates me to actually CARE. So here I am.
Today’s been another rough day, physically. My hips and wrists are paying for all that crutch hopping at the dog park yesterday. It’s very frustrating that simple distance could throw me back so much. I was awake for half the night because my hip pain was so bad. And this was just going to the dog park! I had the choice to go somewhere today too, but I just didn’t feel up to it. How long is it going to be before I get my life back??
Anyway – this week. Spring break. I think we’ve managed to cobble together enough activities for the boys that they shouldn’t get too bored. And we don’t all have so much time together that we want to rip each other’s heads off. Hopefully. They’re spending Monday with my mom, Tuesday evening with Greg’s parents, Thursday with Greg and Uncle Timmy and Hudson at the Milwaukee Zoo, a sleepover at friend’s for Caden on Thursday, sleepover at Grandma’s on Friday, Easter festivities on Saturday, and Easter on Sunday. Greg’s taking vacation days Wednesday-Friday, so maybe on Wednesday – the predicated warmest day of the week and the day with no plans – we can do something as a family. Park picnic or something. We’ll see.
The big excitement is that I have my first physical therapy appointment tomorrow morning. I’m excited to take any step in the next direction toward recovery. But I’m nervous it’ll be too painful. I really don’t know what to expect. I have five physical therapy sessions before I next see the surgeon, who I assume is the one who has to give me permission to start partial and full weight bearing. But maybe I’m wrong with that, I have no idea. I’m going with the presumption that they will check my range of motion and give me some exercises to start working on at home. I have my second appointment on Friday.
My only real priority for the week is to survive it. Spring break scares me. So much family time is often a trigger for all kinds of unhappy emotions, from all four of us. Weekends are always the hardest days of the week. Nine days together? It’s a lot. I want to try and have a better attitude about everything. Try to enjoy the days, even though they sometimes feel so monotonous and boring. I want to try and keep a positive outlook on life.
This week I’d also like to get out of the house at least once or twice for something besides my therapy appointments. Some sort of family activity on Wednesday. And maybe a date of some sort with Greg one of the nights the boys are gone. A restaurant, at least. Maybe a movie? Maybe a trip to Target or Costco where I can use my scooter to zip around and hopefully not feel too self conscious? I just need to get out. Even just sitting on the porch every day for a few minutes would probably do a world of good for my mental health. I just need to actually do it.
I think the only official task I’m giving myself is to finally write my big book post. A combination of February and March, since I never got around to February’s. I think that might be a good plan for Thursday, to take my mind off the rest of my family having fun without me. I have lots of books to report on! Those first few weeks were hard to concentrate, but I’ve definitely been making up for it with my reading time this week!
Well, I think that’s about it. Happy spring break! Happy almost Easter!