I left my heart (and half my body fluids) in Lufkin.

It's quite a long story that I don't dare dream you want to hear about. But you've been around this blog long enough to know what's coming right? You may hear more than ya want. (Isn't it cute how I say you MAY hear more than you want? Hahha. Right.) Take heart. I'm omitting the part of the story where my stall ran out of toilet paper, and I was in no state to acquire more. Not to mention I was trying to decide whether or not I need to attempt tossing my cookies or finish #2. Oh wait, I said I was omitting that part. See? I'm all about being considerate to my readers.
Jack did SUPER at the meet today. He got 3rd for his age division in the 25m butterfly with a time of 19:22, and he got sixth in the division for the 25m freestyle with a time of 15:97. We are soo proud of him. That's the good news. The bad news is that I spent 2 hours in the restroom at the swim meet doing things to that toilet that are not only dastardly but also probably illegal in some countries. Apparently, I got ahold of the Ebola virus, and it spent the morning trying to turn my intestines inside out. Before ever getting to see my boy swim, I had alternated between the bathroom stall (where the walls were sweating and the floor was seeping) and the water meter outside where I hovered and contemplated my northern borders being breached in much the same manner as the southern border had been overtaken. At this point, I begged DaddyP to drive me home, and we left Jack with another swim mom/dad. Horrible. That poor kid had to swim without his mom/dad there, and he still did awesome. Not that he cared, mind you, but I did.
And what I love so much about the beach each year is checking lists, packing, finding all of our chargers, etc. Luckily, I had most of that taken care of prior to today, but still...I do not, even a little bit, appreciate my bowels running amuck in advance of vacation. Wait. That sounds like I'd rather them run amuck during vacation...which is a lie straight from the devil. No. I'd rather my bowels never run amuck. Thank you.
The end.