Savvy Sensations

It feels right tonight to be sitting in bed, pillows propped high and soft. The sprinklers just kicked on in the back, the comforting sound of home.
Working full time has made my home even more of a sanctuary, a safe place to rest before and after the hullabaloo of the day.
In the morning I try my damndest to rise at the glorious hour of five thirty AM to curl up on my couch with a cup of hot Joe and a book or two.  I like to pray then. Then as the clock ticks ticks ticks I know it's time to MOVE...and move we do until, on a good night, nineish, when the boys are in bed and the kitchen has been picked up and wiped down and lunches have been made, and oh, the coffee. Setting up the coffee for the next day is the most important thing I do all day long.
For Mother's Day Joey got me Wild Water's passes so we went last Saturday. We packed a lunch and ate in the back of Joey's truck with old towels laid out as blankets on the black casing so as not to burn our buns.
I stayed mostly in the kiddy pool with Noah. He was very independent and when I told him I was cold and wanted to warm up for a minute, he turned right around and went on the slide himself. That's when I knew this was going to be a wonderful summer and the passes the best Mother's Day present to date. Independence in my children is an  immeasurably beautiful thing.
 Ethan also climbed the latter (literally) in his own independence and went on all the BIG slides he was tall enough for. This, for a kid with whom we have struggled ever since he was six months old and I put him in the pool at our apartment and he screamed his head off, to get him to just enjoy being in the water. Getting wet. Getting water in his eyes. Not freaking out.
He had an amazing time. Joey enjoyed being with him.
I forgot how damn high those slides are, and was a little annoyed as to how out of breath I was carrying the double tube up there. I guess maybe I need to go back to kickboxing.
Which leads me to...I went to the chiropractor today, just to kind of check in and get some info but instead got my whole body twisted and popped and squeezed. It felt amazing! BUT, not as amazing as an hour long massage, and since it's the same out of my wallet, I'm going to stick with the massage. He did tell me one leg was shorter than the other though. Shoot. Maybe that's why I walk funny.
But I miss working out hard. I miss the endorphins you get, miss feeling really good after. You don't get that by just "moderate" exercise. "Moderate" exercise leaves me feeling a little tired and frustrated. Like nothing was released. Hard exercise, on the other hand, leaves me feeling refreshed and strong, like I can take on anything.
It may be time for something new.