This RX weekend…
I am a pretty big fan of RX bars. I have to be honest though, if someone had offered me one and told me it was awesome, I would probably have hated them and considered ending the friendship with said-person. Why? They are pretty different. And sticky. And stick to teeth, and that is annoying.
BUT… They are pretty awesome really. Weird, stickiness aside, they are honest and healthy. They do not taste like cardboard, and they aren’t painful to digest. All in all, they are pretty tasty, easy to tuck in a handbag and nothing to nutritionally feel terrible about.
The other thing I love about them in their simplicity. Right there, on the front of their packaging is their ingredient list. Not only is this brilliant marketing, but it is respectful to the consumer because it says “Don’t waste your precious, already overwhelmed time reading our tiny print list, HERE.” And honestly, I really like that too.
I am going to treat my weekend like an RX Bar. Why? Because I don’t feel like carefully crafting some post which might feel better, or worse, than it actually was.
-Alone. My husband left early friday for another near month of apart-ness, so naturally, my weekend hasn’t been a ray of sunshine. On the other hand, it has felt pretty natural because he was already gone for a month and I developed a series of routines. The 8 days he was home kinked those and it was good to have a feeling of normal.
-I do not (at all) like that it feels more normal when Chw is gone.
-chiropractor appointment. It was awesome.
-Dog Park. Also awesome, especially for our Emma. She’s really weird though.
-Seven Coke Zero Sugars. (SEVEN)
-massive headache that came and went, until it came and stayed.
-terribly painful hip x-ray, with not the best results, sad to say.
-a good chunk of day where my heating pad and DVR were my very best friends.
-meals like Taquitos and Kahiki sticks, because I’m the only one around.
-Planned: a relaxing bath with essential oils and salts. Reality: stumbling into bed, exhausted, because I fell down a Scientology hole, on the internet, waiting for my husband to arrive in Melbourne and call me. This journey may or may not have included a brief stint of me contemplating how I could single-handedly rescue John Travolta from this hell. (Tom Cruise is both crazy and a lost cause so I wasted no imagination on this.) Also, as a side note- Leah Remini’s nails drive me INSANE.
-Six Oreo Lemon thins.
-Renting a movie and watching it ALONE, only to excitedly tell my husband about it and him to say “Oh yeah, I saw that. Hilarious!” What? When? Oh… On a plane? Gotcha. (If we were to pie chart his time, the largest piece would be Australia, second to Delta, third to his office and fourth to home. I’m trying so hard to have a good attitude about this.)
-my neighbors quickly and quietly moved out. I am sad as they were really great.
-fourteen piles of dog poop picked up through about 4,478 various dog walks.
-two chapters of homework.
-one Hallmark movie.
-two loads of laundry.
-one suitcase, mostly packed.
-The last of what may be our sunshine, for a good long while.
How about your weekend?