Eight Eight Oh Eight

Random musings from an end-of-summer...
I am sitting by the pool as I write this, watching my 7 year-old and her BFF playing in the water and something occurred to me as they were playing. I wondered at what point in life I had quit taking chances and doing things that were slightly daring. When did I become more concerned about fracturing a bone than just having fun? How old was I when I began to worry about what others think and about "looking foolish" in front of people? I am truly beginning to get that whole thing about youth being wasted on the young : - )

I just got back from yet another trip (without the kids!). I was in my favorite home away from home; Vegas, baby! I actually got to go for two glorious days (and nights) without hubby either. (He arrived on afternoon of day three.) Anyway, no wild goings on. Just me, child free shopping at the mall, three flat screen TVs in the hotel room and a king sized bed all to myself!! Don't get me wrong. I had a good time with the husband, too. This may sound a little strange, but even though we have always loved each other, I think we really like each other more these days. We seem to be less stressed, and we bicker a lot less over dumb stuff.

The first of my three "back-to school" days is Tuesday. I am sad to see summer coming to an end (although the weather will be warm till say, November.) At least THIS summer I feel like we have made the most of our time. Many years, it doesn't feel like we got out from the front of the TV.

On a more important note, I crossed a new low number on the scale yesterday! Hubby and I worked out everyday we were in Vegas and have been walking three miles a night when home and it is finally paying some dividends! I have to say that it is beginning to be fun to shop for clothes, something that hasn't happened for many years.