Recovery

Still recovering- the body does not rebound back like a rubber band anymore. Did I run a marathon- no ( the London Marathon was this past sunday) and yes a few folks saw the sight of me at school drop off and assumed I did that or more appropriate to my current level of fitness got run over by a truck.

I did fly out for a girls weekend in florida ( yes God really wanted me to go as did Chris)- first flight off of London since the Ash crisis (seriously a volcano?)- so 2flights later ( 11 hours total) and I was drinking red bull (e.g sugar free rockstar) and vodka with 7 other amazing Moms. So I won't go into the details ( we like to keep things mysterious) but basically I never got over my jet lag (no sleep), ate a tone of fried shrimp, and drank quite a bit of booze, all while talking a mile minute ( I have no voice at all now) and trying to read all 18 magazines we shared as a group ( Oh I miss my US trash mags), and keep up with all my friends updates.

Flew out sunday night- they had to hold the plane at chicago on the runway for me since the Florida flight was delayed ( another stroke of luck)- Made it home. Not functioning at an A level mom- picked CJ up from soccer (isn't it the best when your kids are so excited to see you) and could barely make it thru dinner or baths without falling asleep. Husband- not sure what he has up his sleeves ( wondering if is going to ask for permission to climb Everest)- because I came into a house with the laundry done, beds made, kitchen usable ( he threw out all evidence of pizza boxes and happy meals), and he had a jam packed activity weekend, ballet, birthday party, swim lessons, and kiddie haircuts. He rocked it and showed no signs of being beaten by the process- me on the other hand look like I ran a marathon after never having run more than a 5k. Recovery mode initiated