Scattered

In my attempts to achieve clarity by organizational devices I am failing. Inside my bag, which hardly even qualifies as a purse these days, I have 5 different books. I should go back to carrying a backpack just to hold my calendar, journal, alt. calendar, blank notebook of to do lists and ideas, and food record book. Inside the bag I also have envelopes stuffed with coupons, mail, a squashed snack, my wallet, 35 pens, and some sort of book to read.

I guess I have all of this on the off chance that I'll get a chance to use it waiting in the carpool line but in reality that never seems to happen. I am carrying around a lot of stuff lately in my mind, on my body, and in my heart.

Filling up different books with ideas, lists, and dates seemed like a good idea to organize all of the things swirling in my head. I'm just not sure where to put the holiday ideas, the upcoming dental appointments, the phone number of the pharmacy, the new book titles I saw and want to look up at the library, and the lastest crafty idea I read about somewhere.

In addition to these little books I also feel like the same thing is happening to my daily documentation. My journal holds certain tidbits about my life, the blog holds others, my letters to friends near and far ooze details, and the new basic scrapbook pages contain others. I enjoy doing all of these things but I think it's time to figure out a streamlined method. I just don't know what it is.

To continue on the scattered note: healing. Thank you for all of the well wishes over the past two weeks. Today I am 2 weeks post surgery and I have a follow up appointment with the uro/gyn on Friday morning. I am hoping to get clearance then for some yoga, exercise and lifting the kids. Wesley has a little stool we put in the van to help him in and out of his car seat. On occasion, like this afternoon, I got both kids in the car to go to Sam's Club. When I got there I realized that I couldn't get the kids in the cart and walking with a very stubborn two year old prone to going boneless was not an option. We ended up watching a movie in the back back of the van while eating chicken nuggets until Mario could come and help with the shopping.

I feel good. I don't know if I have stopped leaking yet, a good run will be the real test. I have noticed that I h ave to urinate much more frequently and it kind of feels like my bladder capacity is less than it was before. I also have to really relax to empty my bladder which can be challenging in public restrooms with 2 kids in the stall with you.