I am so excited that I am writing the Monday mail on a Monday! (Insert jazz hands here.) I’m almost 5 weeks with my new titanium neck and everybody says that I’m doing amazing, I move better, I look better. So I guess I’m better…-ish. I think I’m definitely feeling better and I have started doing some things I couldn’t before. I started going back to the gym last week, just legs, super slow, I need a cute summer tush if I’m going to live at the lake! I love and miss the gym, not this one in specifically, there’s a lot of weird workouts happening there. I swear a guy was working on his butt thrusts? Is that a thing? He was down on the ground thrusting the whole bar up over and over, it was like some weird sex move. I totally didn’t get it but you know I watched! So back to me I felt like I was wearing this giant fat suit, that was really, really stiff. Giant stiff fat suits are super exhausting, if you haven’t worn one. I’m also looking for a new paddle board. You know how happy that makes me! Lake life is totally my happy place.
So recovery, I’ve been having help come in and every morning to take my children to school and help me clean the house/do it for me completely while I sit in the sofa / I can make tea. First we nanny Gladys, I don’t know if I talked about her on the blog but we definitely talked about her on Instagram. She was the slowest nanny ever and all I wanted to do was scream GO FASTER. She worked for an entire week and at no point cleaned a bathroom. Four hours a day a whole week 900 square-foot condo and no clean bathroom?! What are you doing for 20 hours? Sorry nanny Gladys you’re out. In comes friend Stephie, Her name is Steph but the smalls call her Stephie and I’ve taken to loving it, I hope she doesn’t kill me. You know when someone cleans your house and you’re like ugh I just wish that they’d do… better. This is not like that!! She is a mad mama machine. She is the mama I think I used to be and exactly what I need. I keep telling her she should make this into a business. Wouldn’t you love to have someone come in and speed clean your home, hand you baskets of crap, tell you to keep it, organize it or ditch it. Confession, which you might remember from the last move, I am so bad at throwing things away. I don’t want to keep them, I don’t want it in my home, but the emotional attachment makes it hard for me to let it go. So I need somebody to hold it up and say keep it or look away, tosses it for me, and then honestly 10 minutes later I don’t even know what we were talking about, I’m like a goldfish, it’s gone and my home is decluttered. (Disclosure: some of that may be the morphine, you may not have the same goldfish experience. Lol)
Okay so we’re gym-ing, decluttering and waiting to move. I think we’ve decided to sell the cottage. It’s too far and too much money to keep. I love our new home so maybe it’s time to just relax and hang out. I’m on the fence, but leaning towards the relaxing summer summer at home. Husband has offered/wants his car back/ to go and pack up the cottage and drive back. It makes it pretty easy for me to just turn and walk away. I love it so much but let’s give this new life a chance too.
It’s just hard to say goodbye. It’s so beautiful!
It’s a hard choice. Have a wonderful week and look forward to photos and posts gallore because the lakehouse is looking so good!