On Wednesday night, Jrex called me. I was home, but working.
"How are you holding up?" he asked in a concerned tone.
"I'm good! I just needed some food, but I've got my second breath."
Pause. Me, racking my brain cause I know that's not right, but cannot find the right word anywhere in the dense fog inside my head.
"You know what I mean, the thing. What's that thing called?"
Jrex, laughing, "Do you mean 'second wind'? Cause I don't think you have it!"
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We just uploaded the last of the show banners. I've got more to do next week, but the deadlines all feel manageable now.
Phew!
This weekend, second breath for sure!
2 comments:
So I do this all this time--"No, I feel good, I have...that thingy. You know. *waves hands* That thingy."
Last time I did this, J. smirked and said, "Second wind?" To which A. immediately replied, "Mom's even more full of hot air?"
The moral of the story is: be glad you don't have an 11-y-o. ;-)
Haha... second breath, second gust, second breeze, second wind... I hope you did fine whatever it was that got you through that. :-)
So sweet of Jrex to call...
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