This morning I took the kids to hang out at a kid-friendly cafe. There's a group on Mondays that talks recipes and craftiness, so I thought that would be nice for me.
I have to admit, I was a little anxious about going. Because of the timing of my radiation appointments, we've had to miss most of the groups we normally attend so I'm of course feeling out of the loop. I'm not a huge fan of big groups anyway (bet you didn't know that about me! I hide it well, haha), but seeing the same people weekly makes a group seem less big and scary. I wasn't sure if the kids would act right since they've been out of the group scene for so long. My bowels are unpredictable, so I was just a tiny bit worried about that.
Now that we're back at home, I'm so so glad that we went. The very thoughtful mamas pulled a cushy chair over for me, and the kids had a fantastic time playing. I got to drink tea and talk recipes and childbirth and all kinds of other stuff. It was awesome to reconnect with women that I haven't been able to see and find out what they're up to. The kids didn't hassle me about more snacks or fight with other kids.
I hope you're all assuming that if I went out today that means I'm feeling better. You would be right! I can hardly believe the difference from this time last week. Being out and about did make me tired, but heck, that's what rest time is for. It's still uncomfortable to pee and poop, but things are still healing down yonder, and even that stuff is improving. My master plan is to take a little bath tonight because that seems to help quite a bit.
The hard thing for me though is knowing my limits and slowing down before I hit the wall. I get anxious to have things back to normal. I think about how awesome it will be someday to have Eric come home and have nothing to do because I got stuff done already. I'm trying to be patient, and remember that it might be a little while still before we can call our lives Normal again. Or maybe we should consider this a New Normal and roll with it? We shall see.