One Coke and two Sprites. That’s what I’ve had to eat in the last 36 hours. This morning found me curled up in a ball on the couch while Asa played with Legos. The boy had given up asking me to play with him, but every now and again he’d ask me to look at a fire engine he’d built. “I can’t open my eyes now son; Describe it to me.” Pathetic. At lunchtime, I texted Eliot to bring home a “regular Coke.” It was a low point in our marriage when he called from the Quik-E-Mart asking if I wanted caffeine free Coke. “NO!! For the love of God, Man, bring home some caffeine I can stomach!!!” In Eliot’s defense, he’d spent some time in the wee hours of the morning (after I’d woken him up with my whimpering) researching stomach bugs. And, apparently, the web is not a fan of caffeine because it increases intestinal motility. Blah blah blah. In my defense, I’d been almost 18 hours without caffeine at that point, and a massive headache on top of wrenching stomach cramps seemed unfair.
I can almost stomach the thought of toast now and I’m looking forward to running tomorrow while Asa is in school. So onto a much more important topic: Jean shorts. I bought a pair of jean shorts at Old Navy — because I didn’t have any shorts (don’t ask) and it was in the mid-80s. I brought these inexpensive shorts out to Tucson and wore them while we were prepping for the Gila course. And I can’t tell you the amount of grief I got about them. You would have thought I was wearing this:
Apparently hemmed jean shorts are beyond the pale. Did you know this? I can’t believe Old Navy let me down so completely. I also can’t believe it was my male co-instructors who were giving me a hard time about my fashion choices. I am a mom living in Texas for gosh sakes. There’s only so much I can do to combat social norms down here. AND they weren’t complaining when I whipped out a makeshift mom purse to carry some supplies we’d made a 20-mile hike for at the end of the course. Men.