April 30th is here. This might not mean much to you. If you hate trees, you don't care that it's Arbor Day. (Actually, I like trees quite a lot, but I don't really get this holiday.) We miracle-growed ours the night before last, so I'm counting that as our early observance.
That is not the point of this post.
When it hit me yesterday that the date was April 29th, I sang the little ditty and realized that 30 days hath September, April, June, and November. Then I realized I had yet to make my monthly teacher treats (a la list #49 - Take treats to the teachers once per month). I got sad because it went from being something I wanted to do, to being something I needed to do. Time sure does march on while we're not paying attention, doesn't it? As it turns out, I woke up this morning and still wanted to do it. Phew. Turtle brownies packaged up and delivered to more than deserving teachers. (Though they probably think I'm weird since Teacher Appreciation Week is next week!)
Today marks the last day of my 30 day exercise challenge. I'm happy to announce that I did it. Even while Sam was out of town, I did some sort of dedicated exercise every single day this month. It helps that I signed up for a 5K that takes place (all too fittingly) tomorrow. I don't know that you can see a difference, and I might throw my bathroom scale in the trashcan, but I feel really, really good. Great, even! I finished up this month UP half a pound from April 1st. Go figure. Feel free to make me feel better by offering excuses such as "but it's fat turning into muscle".
But those two things aren't the point of this post either.
Today marks a completely self-created ending in my nursing adventure with Sarah. Today is the last day I will bring my Little Black
...has accompanied me to work since my return on August 4th of last year. For nearly nine months this thing has been my trusty sidekick.
This thing is my (breast)pump.
I would love to be able to say, "So long ol' pal! It's been great!", but the truth is that I loathe this thing. So my message is, instead, "Good riddance! Hope to see you never!" (You know...unless there's a #4 somewhere in the way, way off distant future.)
I have much, much more to say about this thing, but I won't (at least not now). I'm just so excited I wanted to do a cyber-fist pump (no pun intended) and let you all know.
It is over between me and my Little Black Bag.