This week has been exceptional. Never underestimate the power of a predictable schedule, regular exercise and good coffee. John and I have both begun to exercise in the mornings. John goes for a three mile walk outside while I opt to work out at the gym. I drop Alex off at the gym's day care for the hour and he is able to run and frolic (inside and out) with other kids. Alex absolutely loves the day care, so I don't have to feel guilty for taking an hour for myself to work out. All three of us are moving around more and getting fresh air. I think it's making all the difference in our moods.
"Operation Beefcake" is now in full swing. My attempt at bulking my son up a bit because he's really starting to have the physique of a lollipop. He's drinking two Carnation breakfast shakes per day (Oh, Breakfast Shakes, how we've missed thee), he's also sitting down for three balanced meals a day and I'm offering at least three healthy snacks a day. He doesn't always eat at the meals, or take the snacks, but he's offered food regularly, and he's definitely eating more. I've also stopped making his eating habits an issue. It used to be I'd get frustrated and upset if he was on a hunger strike. Now, if he doesn't eat, I let him get down and play and wait for snack time and try again. Hopefully he'll eat when he's hungry. In any event, he's eating better than his Panamanian diet of papas fritas and Likigurt.
Home for almost a week now, we're unpacked, laundry is done and we're all settling into a comfortable routine. John couldn't be happier. He's practically skipping. For my part, it's great to feel useful again. As nice as it was to have housekeeping, laundry and room service, it grew old after a while. I mean, I'm a housewife! That's what I do. It's my job. For two weeks, laying around, letting the hotel staff take care of us felt like vacation. Four and a half weeks and I was just a lazy couch potato.
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