This week has been full of ups and downs. A play date on Monday, toddler music class on Tuesday, followed by what can only be described in exorcist proportions. The flu or bad food reaction had blanketed CeCe's crib and a majority of its contents. Only her muppets and handmade blanket were spared.
After a long evening of teaching a toddler how to throw up in a bucket (a throw back to my sorority days), she slept soundly while I was half awake all night, listening to any signs of illness over the monitor. The next day there was no workout, and I felt it. I was dragging all day while CeCe, though lethargic was basically back to her normal self.
Backstory: When I married Cory, I encouraged him to get back into his Catholic roots. I had never been a "fan" of the religion, but I knew it was important to him. So many signs from God later, I found myself going through classes and making Catholicism my own
Yesterday evening, longtime friend Chris Lovett called me. We talked for about forty minutes about our kids, our lives. Then he asked, "I was wondering if you would like to be Ben's godmother." I was speechless. Holding back tears, I said, "Are you sure?" Chris said, "You've been on an incredible journey with your Catholicism. I cannot think of a better person to be my son's role model."
I went to bed and woke up feeling invigorated. I decided today was the day to tackle the elliptical. Last attempt only lasted 10 minutes. This time? THIRTY! It's amazing what makes you go and what keeps you going. Wherever you find your motivation, hang onto it and GO!
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