So it's been a week since I've been off wheat, and I knoooooow it's TOTALLY psychosomatic, but I feel so, so great. My brain fog has lifted, my stomach has been less cranky and I finally have some energy.
I cooked all weekend and I made muffins this morning. MUFFINS! I haven't baked in eleventy hundred years. My kids were totally weirded out.
The Mothership called last night and she is due to arrive in three weeks. THREE. Which reminds me that I have done dick all for months because of being sick and then getting the flu, so OHMAHLAWRD...EEK.
The reason she is coming this early is because the husband's grandmother is turning 100 on March 3. ONE HUNDRED, Y'ALL. And she still cooks and is totally coherent and just made of awesome. My kids are so very, very lucky to know her and be able to enjoy her company. I can only wish to be such a wonderful (great) grandmother.
This week I've got another girl date, yogaahhhh and lots and lots o' worky. Am so hoping that my good mood/great energy stays with me. Today I bought a new girlie planner and I spent a while filling in all my upcoming plans and it felt really, really organize-y and like my old self. (Remember Cheryl and Ann Marie? How we used to do that together every year?) I know it's gay, but all this energy just makes me so happy.
Am making plans to go South soon and am really excited. Need a break from this sad/sick/stupid cycle. Nothing says rejuvenation like hotel rooms, room service and wine on demand.
That's mah week, y'all.