Foot Fault

I hurt my foot. I hurt my foot the day before Easter. It still isn't better. I have been to the doctor. I have iced, elevated, wrapped and babied it. I got a shot in the top of my foot and for a few days it seemed to feel better. But it isn't and I am frustrated. Maybe not the best word. I am irritated, depressed blah freaking blah. I want to scream. Foot injuries are no joke. I can't seem to do shit. And that is what is going to end up sending me over the edge.

I swear a lot lately. I am cranky and I want nothing more than to beat the crap out of someone. The kids are on summer vacation and my daughter is off her meds. Guess who has thought about becoming an alcoholic?! I am deciding to find a healthy place to put that frustration. I have been back at the gym for a week or so now. I am also going to start taking zumba. ZUMBA! I just really like the way the word sounds. ZOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMBA! And in this corner, the work out with the Latin name that makes you shake your ass, welcome ZUMBA!!! It sounds like a little car or a vacuum cleaner. Zumba. Like an exotic fruit that someone suggested you try. Zumba.And yes I am going to be trying it.

In the past two weeks I have picked almost 40 pounds of strawberries. I am going tomorrow to pick more, but I don't think I am actually getting any for me. I think I am going to get some for my mom and call it a day. I need to make more jam. But that takes time and I am full of excuses. Ya know what screw that. Tomorrow night after ZUMBA I am going to make jam. Ha now I said it. Now I have to do it.

My son is at camp. I miss him like crazy. Wish me luck getting through the week. Tonight is night 2 and I am ready to drive up there and hug him and love him and kiss him and call him George. But I know that I can't. This is important. I know he is alright. But I miss ya Bud. Kisses

Well prayer and then bed.

Dear God, Thank You for today. Thank You for my amazing dad and my wonderful husband. Thank You for pushing me to get back here to this blog. I know you were leading me. I felt the gentle nudge. In Your name we pray. Amen