Back on Track

"We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same." ~Carlos Castaneda

I came across this quote last night, and really loved it. It definitely inspired me to make the rest of my weekend better than yesterday afternoon. A two hour call from Shane yesterday evening really jump-started my change in attitude though.

After laying in bed and hating life for most of yesterday, I got up and snapped the hell out of it. I told myself "he'll call when he calls" and decided to get my ass out of bed and do something. This past week, I bought the components for my Halloween care package to Shane and his platoon. I did something similar for Valentine's Day, where I made up a bunch of little bags of goodies for the 30 or so guys. If this is any indication of the sort of mom I'm going to be, then I'm going to be a very cute and nerdy one.

So, I took about an hour putting together 29 Halloween bags, and then a special separate thing with more candy in it than the rest for Shane. I took pictures, but Shane reads my blog and I don't want him to see! The package came out really well; I'd say it's one of my best efforts all year.

Shane and I had our longest phone conversation since R&R ended, and it was awesome. We reminded each other of just how little time we really have left of this stupid deployment. I went to sleep a much happier Melanie, to say the least.

Today started with another call from Shane, and the rest was productive, productive, productive. I gave my room a much needed cleaning, did laundry, bought groceries, bought shoes for Liz's wedding in two weeks, and went running.

I've been slacking in my working out ever since I got back from Paris, and I decided tonight that I need to get back on my game. I go to rugby practice twice a week, but I'm always happier when I'm running daily or almost daily and that hasn't been happening. I went to my favorite little place to run on Fort Hood, on the track outside the III Corps building. I vowed to myself to make it routine once again.

Well, time to start another week. I think it's about 12 more weeks until Shane comes home? Not too shabby I guess. I think this funk has finally ended and I am getting back on track...literally.