A Musing Mother 6

Jaxon picked up a cold either right before Bear Lake or shortly after we got there. My money is on the private pool where he took swimming lessons. A couple of days after getting home, Scott and I got it. The thing about my immune system is that it is really strong. I work at a school. I have been surrounded by kids for the past 24 years. I don't get sick much. When I do get sick, it's usually during holidays or summer when I can't reap the benefits of sick days. So I had this cold for about a week and over the course of a day or two it dropped from my head to my chest. Scott remarked that I am prone to bronchitis and I said, "Yeah, that's right." That was Saturday. No doctor offices open. On Sunday I didn't bother getting up. I'd not slept for a few nights because I'd been coughing. Sunday night my cough took on a barking quality. Monday I willed myself to get the earliest possible doctor appointment and was promptly diagnosed with bronchitis. I&#

Maybe I'll stop complaining about getting older and just enjoy what this body can still do. Because I'm going to be perfectly honest and tell you that this felt fantastic! I chose to not get whiplash but my kids had a blast on the tube. Okay. I'll admit to one run. This might be my favorite photo of the whole trip. And there were some good ones. These are the littlest boy cousins with their grandma. Every boy has a different expression/experience. They all love ice cream, though. Just to clarify, the one in the yellow shirt finished his ice cream first. That may explain the big smile.

My navel is very popular these days.  All the fat cells of my body congregate. My bra is working double duty. The bathroom scale is groaning. Calorie intake has dropped. Why am I still gaining weight? Vacation at Bear Lake tomorrow. Family pictures on the beach. Can I get up on one ski? Why are my arms so fat? Sisters want a 5k. Bring a t-shirt to decorate. My body pours sweat just thinking. No.  Just, no. Comfort Gel Memory Foam Cooling Pillow Portable air conditioning unit. I'm dripping sweat walking down the hall. The change. It's started. Oh, dread.