Day 40....sore toes and a bit grumpy about it.

Day 40..........sore toes and a bit grumpy about it.

3 Girls and 4 Suitcases.

Yesterdays weather forecast wasn't great so we were delighted that it was dry and decided to walk to our 'closest' Walmart (53 mins by google maps time) just to check out where it was. We've been to another couple of them, the second closest being 50 mins walk (an hour according to googlemaps) so we thought we'd be around 45 to this one.
My trainers were still wet from the washing of them, after my mud escapades on Saturday and so I put on my hiking boots, which are always really warm and comfy for rugby and for trekking in the snow. The walk to Walmart was easy although I did notice a great difference in the weight on my feet. We all had to peel off our top layer because the sun came to join us and it was lovely. It's fab walking through areas that you haven't been before and we got happily went into walmart for around a half hour......just browsing. It's a great one with much more variety so I think that I'll be back. It's funny to see George labels and signs and makes me think I'm in Asda till I notice the Macdonalds in the corner.
I bought 3 balls of cotton with the intention to do a little bit of crocheting, once Bill leaves. That plus a bottle of water to drink on the way home and a bottle of Gatorade for Jen to glug were our small purchase for the day...oh and rolls for lunch. My stomach was beginning to growl because it was 1.30 and I was hoping for a swift walk home before the monster inside me was unleashed. In hindsight, I ought to have just nipped into the Tim Hortons for a muffin but I did fancy one of the Kaiser buns we'd bought, more.
You're already thinking that the walk home didn't go smoothly, aren't you? And you'd be right.
Bill decided that it would be good to go home a different way-not the quickest google-mapped way. Jen and I both protested that we were hungry to which he said that he'd give us a race. Now, bearing in mind that he goes home on Thurs and Jen goes to BC on Wed and you can see why we wanted to spend time with him and not racing him. Against my better judgement......again.......I headed down the street he wanted to go down, trying to feel the positive feelings that I had felt on the journey a half hour before. It didn't completely work but I did keep bringing myself back to the present moment, to my breath, to the sunshine, to the new 'terrain' we were traversing. There were a few 'words' between Jen and I because she thought I was annoyed with her to which I assured her that the only person I was trying not to be angry at was her dad. I also had 'words' with Bill which cleared the way for a little bit of time of peaceful chatter about the beautiful mansions that we were walking through and we saw a deer.....in the middle of the street......we saw it on two separate occasions..........because we basically had to retrace our steps due to the fact that there was no exit out of 'Millionnaire mansions' except for back the way we had come.
Now, if you think about my words to Bill, spoken at the time I chose to go his different way 'We better not end up on Bloor Street' (because it was a much longer way than our first route) Add to this the fact that my toes were beginning to experience hot shooting pains through them and my happy thoughts were getting harder to find. It is fantastic to be mindful though. It was like I was totally aware of the feelings that I was experiencing and I kept trying to turn the negative to the positive by being grateful for the deer and the sun and the beautiful tree-lined streets.......but my toes were making me want to scream at Bill that it was his fault that they were stabbing me like little ninja-knives. Irrational but true in my reality of those moments. So, as my feet got hotter and Bloor street got closer, the distance between us got wider.....and I mean that in a physical sense. We hadn't held hands the whole way home (we always hold hands) and when we came to an obstacle, we went in opposite ways around it. Those of you who work with energy can imaging how it felt. I had this 'poor me' bubble around me and Bill had his 'she's going to kill me' protection bubble around him and they kept us separate for the extra half hour it took to get home.
Once home, I was still in 'poor me' mode, waiting for him to show some concern for my feet and my hunger had been surpassed by my throbbing toes who hadn't planned to be in my hiking boots pounding pavement for 3 hrs. A shower and some rescue cream later, I had some lunch at 3.30.
The not-so-good news for my toes was that we had a 15 min walk to the Ontario Health offices to do before 5pm, to get the girls registered for insurance. I put my sandals on, to give my toes some space and must have looked quite the contradiction in them and my body-warmer-lol.
Bill and I were back on hand-holding terms, tho', so the toes felt much better and are completely okay this morning.
I had a wee hours break, after that last paragraph, to deliver clothes to Ali' who got drenched on her way to school and was freezing in the A/C. I had a lol moment coming home when I realised that my heals were hurting. Why laugh out loud (and I did) you ask? Because, as I pulled on a tiny pair of Alisons sox, which barely made it around my heals, I was thinking 'this is not a good idea, you should go and get a pair from your room which is 10 seconds round trip' But I proceeded to wear the itsy bitsy ones and then put on a pair of boots that I haven't worn in years-Jen wears them, now. Another 'this isn't your smartest move' thought went through my head and was ignored as did the thought that it already felt 'wrinkled' in my left boot and I headed out in my ski jacket and boots.
The sun was shining and by the time I was heading home, I was roasting (didn't have a bra on so kept the jacket on rather than have folk be persecuted by my bouncing boobs) and my heals were hurting and so I laughed at how ridiculous I had been to leave the house in the get-up I had on. I compared my smiles to how I felt yesterday and again realised that I went in a mood yesterday because my expectations were not met. Today, unfortunate as it was, they were met and I smiled at the similarities in the differences.
Back to Day 40, which was yesterday and we had a lovely evening. Andrew came for cheesy pasta (again) and we took a whole bunch of family photos which I have yet to see, I think that the kids were doing lots of silly things behind our backs but they were having fun, so that's great. Andrew had a question about his new iphone data so he and Ali went to the Fido store and came back smiling that we were celebreties over there. The guy who dealt with Andrew both last night and originally, was telling them that the other guy we dealt with had been talking about the great Scottish family, so Ali was chuffed to be 'famous' despite it being the first time she'd been in the shop.
That's it, me thinks. Bill and I found ourselves in front of the tv at 10.30 on our own-a first. Andrew had headed home and the girls were in bed. 2 shows watched then bed.
The sun is very lovely out there so I feel another walk coming on. Bill's just told me that we've only been credited for 2.5 beds so there may have to be a trip to Sears.....again.
Will let you know, tomorrow.
Much Love, Lxxxx