This rainy weather makes my body hurt. It reminds me that I'm getting older. I can't imagine how "old people's" bodies must feel if mine feels this achy at 36. My knees hurt. My left knee hurts most days- usually after I get up from a crouching position from either changing a diaper or playing with the boys on the floor. Once I straighten it, it takes a few strides before it feels ok. But days like we've had lately- rain after rain after rain, all of my joints hurt. Muscles too. My shoulder blades, or as I call them, my "chicken wings" are always tight. Lately, it's the right side that's giving me trouble. Both of my parents suffer from arthritis, so I guess this was all inevitable, but I would have liked to think this is what I'd feel like at 56, not in my 30's. .
My feet are cold all the time. They didn't used to be. I have always been a bare-footer. I don't like wearing shoes unless I have too. I never had cold feet, and I didn't understand the cliche joke about wives putting their cold feet on their husband's legs, as portrayed on cheesy sitcoms and standup routines.
Until I gave birth. I can pinpoint the moment, in my memory, of when they went cold. Moments after the epidural, my feet were freezing. And that was that. After that, my feet get cold even when the rest of me is warm or hot. I am not going to bash the epidural because of this. The epidural is a Mom's best friend. It just sucks is all.
I never understood what people were talking about when they talked about chemicals and contaminants getting into the ocean and/or drinking water from dumping things in the yard. I just never really got how one could lead to the other. Yesterday I took my older son to the beach. He had a stomach bug, and so when his little brother took his nap, I wanted to take him to the beach during the break in the rain to get some fresh air. We found several "rivers" at the beach. These rivers, I learned, were coming from sewer pipes at various points along the beach. I never noticed them before. I guess since I usually take them there on nice days. Since the past week has been pouring rain, the sewer pipes are full and pouring into the Atlantic at a violent pace. I was amazed. My son collected leaves and dried sticks to drop into the rivers and watch them float into the ocean. It was his playing that actually made the connection in my head. Wow. So all that water that runs down my street during a storm is going somewhere. An epiphany! It's being drained into the oceans. Hmm... sad. I will be more careful from now on. Not that I'm big on dumping chemicals into my gutter, but I'm glad I have some knowledge now.
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