THINGS THAT ONE THINKS ABOUT AT 2:56 AM

Yes, that is right. It is 2:56 am and I am down in the kitchen on the computer. Why you may ask? Why indeed.
Athena was so sick all last week. She ended up on antibiotics and completely lost her voice for several days. Her voice has returned and she is feeling much better. As soon as she was back to health, I got sick. Nice. So, as I am not a mouth breather at all and my sinuses are completely blocked, here I sit, trying to breathe. Geez.

Anyway, we did have a nice Easter. We made a whirlwind trip to Regina. In and out in one day. We had brunch with the Payette family as Jen mentioned on her blog, and then dinner with the Thompson side. Some of the family played poker. Mom cleaned up in the end. Who knew all of her online gambling games would pay off? We left around 7pm Sunday evening. Athena fell asleep about 2 minutes out of Delisle. Figures.

Another thing I think about it trains. Yes, trains. We have lived here in Delisle for nearly a year now. A CN track runs the length of the town just a few short blocks from here. We sleep with our windows open year round. Trains blow their whistles at every grid intersection. I know I have heard each and every one, even though the locals have assured me you get used to them and don't even notice. Hard to imagine. One just passed by a few minutes ago. 5 whistles. 5!! I count them every night. It is true that it doesn't bother me as much, but I still hear them.

Athena is going away for a little visit with Grandma and Grandpa and Mike this coming up weekend. Paul has some business in Moose Jaw so he will drop her off Thursday noon. That means that I will have 2 days to myself and another day and a half with Paul. I really look forward to it although I get a bit worried about her while she is away. I wonder if she will eat properly. She likes certain things and dislikes others. She only likes raw veg. She doesn't like beef. She doesn't like anything mixed, and by mixed I mean anything mixed. Chili, lasagna, stew, casseroles of any kind. She likes her chicken and fish. She loves rice and pasta. Won't touch a cooked potato unless it is in the form of french fries. I know she won't starve and that if she is hungry she will eat but still... I also wonder what she thinks at bedtime. I understand she has her own room there. She doesn't sleep well when she is away. Gets up waaaaaaaayyy to early. She will survive. What I do know is that she really likes going there. She loves seeing them all. She talks about her favorite dog, Silky, all the time. She has such fun. I guess I shouldn't worry. Still, I am a mother. We do things like that.
Athena had her yearly Well Child Check Up today. She is 41 inches tall. Tall is right. She is in the 100th percentile for height and only 75th for weight. All is well with her. The tiny lump on her lower jaw is just a lymph node. No problem. Doctor says we won't worry about her still wearing a diaper to bed and soaking it until she is 4 or so. Okay. Continue with the antibiotics until they are finished. No problem.

Yoga classes are going well so far. I teach another tomorrow, or pardon me, tonight. I have so much prep to do for them as I want to make the course different from the last. I'll have ample time for that on the weekend. I should spring clean my truck too. And take out the summer clothes, even though there is a freshly fallen blanket of snow on the ground today.

I played basketball with my brother and two nephews on the weekend as well. What fun. I was wearing a skirt and sandals and that is my excuse for being the weakest link. I think we may put up a hoop on the garage. This time I won't let Paul win just because he is my boyfriend, like I did 25 years ago. I'll need a lot of behind the scenes practice though. Good thing he travels so much. I used to play 21 with my Dad when we lived in Sherwood Park. That was a great memory. I rarely won. I wonder, actually, I bet that the times I did win, he let me. Is that so Dad?

Anyway, I can actually breathe now so I suppose I will go on up to bed. Thanks for allowing me to amuse you for this short while. Good night.