Sorry, I have been a little slack in posting anything on here lately. It's been a crazy, emotional week(s)! (Also, please excuse my misuse of past-tense, present-tense, and future-tense throughout this post...I started writing this a week ago and just now am getting around to finishing and posting. I didn't feel like changing everything).
Our friends, the Thorntons, came up to visit us, so we were gallivanting all over the Kenai Peninsula for a few days. Then, I hurt my back.
Yes, hurt my back one week before I was supposed to leave for my 33-mile, 4-day, 3-night backpacking trip that I have been planning for a YEAR! The Thorntons and I went kayaking last Saturday and everything was fine. However, when I woke up Sunday morning, my back was hurting and it continually got worse as the day went on. I could barely walk on Monday, so I went to the doctor. He thought I had pulled a muscle and for me to take it easy. We discussed my upcoming trip in which he told me that he wasn't saying no, I shouldn't go, but he wasn't saying yes either. After much discussion with Michael, the doc, my Dad, and one of my good friends that is an avid backpacker, I came to the decision that the trip wasn't worth it. What if I hurt my back worse? I was having troubles picking up Joey this week, what would I do if I hurt my back even more on the trip?!
I was so disappointed that I was not able to go on this trip. I was upset I wasn't going to do this hike, but I was more upset that I wasn't going to get my "me" time. I was going to have 6 days where I was Sara again. Not Michael's wife, nor Joey's mom. Just Sara. I was really looking forward to that. As a stay-at-home mom, I very rarely have my own time. Yes, sure, when Joey is napping or in bed for the night, it's just me, but I'm stuck at the house. I can't go anywhere. A lot of professionals recommend for SAHM's to leave the house, alone, for a little bit whenever the hubby gets home. Well, with the the hours Michael works, that would mean I would have to go out at 9 or 10 at night. By then, I'm ready for bed!
Anyways, I didn't go on the trip. I'm over it now. I really think hurting my back right before the big trip was a blessing in disguise. What if my back would have went out on the trail? What if I was going to twist my ankle on the trail? Or be chased by a bear? Or be in an avalanche?!?! OMG! So many things that could have happened, but now will not because I didn't get to go! Everything happens for a reason, right?