What a week!
It is now Saturday, and I just got to work sixteen minutes ago. I’m on a midnight shift tonight, burning the midnight oil. I’ve got some good reading, some munchies, and the plans to take a nap if required.
I can’t believe how many great things we did while Heather and Thomas were here to visit. Even though I had to work the weekends, it still felt like an awesome vacation. It hit me yesterday that Friday was my last day off until we go to Vegas in September. So I’m really glad that I got my kicks in now.
Yesterday was another great day. Thomas, Heather and I went to the U.S National Whitewater Park. We each paid a couple of bucks to go rock-wall climbing for an hour. It was a hoot! I know that I’ve always really liked rock-wall climbing, but with the center being so close to our house, and such a great workout, I think I’m probably going to invest the time and money into a belay class, so that we can pay 1/4 of the price to climb without a guide. I worked so dang hard to get up to the top of the wall every time. I got to the point of muscle fatigue where I couldn’t even tell if my hands were aching anymore. I would just grip as hard as I could, and hope they’d hold. It is such a wonderful feeling to know that even if I fall, the ropes are there to catch me, so take a risk!
After Brock finally got off work, we all went to Moe’s for dinner (Welcome to Moe’s!!!), and then took off for a very close timing show of Ratatouille. I spelled that without even having to look it up. The movie was really good… story was really cute, acting and animations were fantastic. My complaints are two-fold: there were at least seven moments in the film where they used very sudden noise and animation to startle, and I don’t like to be startled; there were also two movie patrons about three rows behind us that chatted through out the entire movie… and not even about the movie! They made the movie experience a little less than stellar for me, but over all I think it was great. I recommend it.
I had to say goodbye to Edward today. He and his parents are leaving early Monday morning before I get off work. It was really hard to let him go. This morning, I kept telling myself, “This is the last time you’ll get to feed him,” and “This is the last time you’ll get to change his diaper.” How sad! I will miss them very much, and I am so glad that we got to spend all of the time with them that we did. After being up with Edward every night, and rising with him in the mornings, I can still officially say that taking care of someone else’s baby didn’t scare me away from wanting my own.