Today was a day I felt like myself.
What does that even mean?
It means that for the past 10+ days I’ve been sicker than I’ve been in who knows how long. Although I did learn that having laryngitis means that everyone will just whisper back to you.
It means that I’m changing jobs (my choice) and finishing out one job and starting another at the same time is hard. And stressful.
It means that I seriously, seriously, haven’t been cooking.
It means that, because of above mentioned illness, I missed out on a family trip, Unk C’s birthday celebration, and Miss Rae’s first race.
Today I had a glimpse of my former self, and I miss her.
We took the kids to Dixie Acre Farms for some good old fashioned strawberry picking.
I told the kids the story of strawberry picking when Miss Rae was a newborn and two year old J Man plunked himself down in a patch of muddy berries and started eating hand over fist. Stems? No problem. Mud? Delicious. Bruised or bad berries? Great!