A Little Me Time

This weekend, Wonderful Husband took Baby Bear for a dry run sleepover at our dear friends' place. Because the Bear has never spent a night without me, and we needed to see how it would go. Because in 2 weeks Bear is going to spend 3 days with these beloved friends, who lost their minds generously offered to keep him so we could go here for a weekend to honor our 10 year anniversary. (Which was in October, but had to be postponed due to husbands with angry gallbladders.)

I had NO IDEA what to do with myself. It's probably been 2 years since I had the house to myself for a weekend.

So what did I do?

I had a meal fit for a... triathlete. One who's thinking about getting ready for race season.



And had a bubble bath. And painted part of the bathroom. And tried to catch up on 6 years worth of backlogged photo albums. And had a long conversation with a buddy about what races to register for this season.

There were no Cosmos with the girls, or partying of any kind. Just an internal debate over whether or not I could fit in a workout AND paint the bathroom before my guys got home. (The answer, it turns out, was no.)

I know I've only been back on any sort of workout schedule for 2 weeks (and I seem to have gained as many pounds in that time), but I'm already feeling more like the me I was afraid I'd lost when the Bear came along.

It's a relief to know I didn't get lost. Just temporarily misplaced.

(In case anyone is curious... that's a baked parmesan crusted tilapia filet on a bed of brown rice, served with a lemony sour cream sauce, red cabbage braised with balsamic vinegar and edamame. YUM.)