S is home for the week. I'll be taking him to the dentist on Wednesday about those teeth. It's very, VERY good to have him home. I hate summer, though...everything is so screwed up, and as far as routines go, all bets are off. As soon as we get into our groove, it's time for him to go back to his father, or he goes to Cub Scout day camp instead of regular day camp, or there's a long weekend, or 4th of July falls in the middle of the friggin' week, or teeth start growing where they shouldn't and plans have to be changed to accommodate dentist apointments. At least during the rest of the year, there's school, and everything revolves around that. There's a reference point.
I ran 7 miles this morning. My recovery time after a long run is getting shorter - today after I ran, I went to Starbucks for coffee beans (they're cheaper at an actual Starbucks than they are at the grocery store...around here, anyway), and now I'm taking a break from doing some cleaning. I haven't been as tired after my run as I usually am, but I did crave a steak, which I do a lot after my long runs. Wonder what that's all about. I gave S's room and bathroom a thorough douching out last night - no doubt they'll look just like they did before I cleaned them about 24 hours from now - and today I'm vacuuming, doing laundry and giving the kitchen a good scrubdown. I also need to put a few things away in my closet and find S's lunch tote for tomorrow when he starts at day camp.
God, my life is glam and exciting.
I'm trying to save up for and plan a Disney World trip for us in the spring. Part of my divorce settlement included Disney Vacation Club points from the timeshare that The Ex is keeping, and spring should be a fairly good time to go. Not ideal (which would be the weeks leading up to Christmas), but pretty good. I can't seem to get excited about it, though, which is NOT like me.
I've been very restless lately, and moody. Among other things, it's probably got a lot to do with my grandfather's death, and I know that's not something you just snap out of, but I'd really, REALLY like my old self back.