Mack woke up feeling good this morning! No fever. Thank goodness. Thank you to everyone who sent Mack get-well wishes. They worked.
I woke up with a still-sore hip. It’s getting better, but still hurts. I iced it, took some Aleve, and sat on my ass all morning. It felt good to sleep in, but I feel like such a slug not running or exercising at all. I want to go out and at least walk, maybe try to run a little, but I’m worried about straining it more or straining it again, and my main priority at the moment is to be able to finish the Iron Girl Half Marathon next Sunday. So I’m doing nothing and feeling bad about it.
My only activity today was manning one of the bouncy houses at the boys’ school carnival.
This was my view for two hours:
I took tickets, yelled at kids, and got covered in dirt. Apparently dirt is not such a great sunscreen, though, because the tops of my white runners’ feet got sunburnt (I did sunscreen my upper half, just not my legs or feet).
Mack was able to enjoy the carnival, but he did get worn out and hung out with me for a while, taking tickets.
Cal was running around with his posse the whole time. Occasionally I would catch a glimpse of his hair flying.
It was a fun day, and I’m very grateful to all the Shore Acre parents who put in so much time to make the carnival happen. My pathetic two hours standing at a bouncy house were literally the least I could do.
Now we’re all relaxing at home. I need to go make some jugs of margaritas to pack in the cooler. Soon it will be time to go get the babysitter. We’re headed to the waterfront to meet some friends and watch American Stage’s production of The Rocky Horror Picture Show in the park.