I'm sick. The good? It is not strep or the barfing flu or anything horrible. The bad? I'm sick. It sucks. My lung capacity is about 70% of normal and I had to skip my tempo run today and push it to tomorrow. This, during the first week I've actually felt like training in about six months. I ran six yesterday and had a good swim, and then was pasted the rest of the day.
Oh well, then it will be over.
Kid #1 seems to be breaking up with The Wonderful Smart Girlfriend. Part of me wants to know every little detail (okay, well, all of me) but I'm holding off on asking. It was the first time he's really been in love and I know this must be awful for him. He calls it "taking a break", but the break isn't over yet.
Kid #2 just asked The Amazing and Cute Science Girl to prom. He went to her house and spelled out PROM? in flowers in her entryway (the mom helped get her out of the house first). He also just got the good news that not only did he win Honorable Mention at ISWEEEP, but he also found out that an internship he applied to has accepted him for the summer. He'll be isolating microbes that oxidize manganese in the Columbia River Estuary. Um, I copied and pasted that because I know NOTHING about it except that. I'm really happy for him, but part of me is sad that he won't be able to go camping or to SunRiver this summer with the family. It doesn't bother him, so I just go with the flow! Seeing him so happy is just awesome.
Kid #3 and I have been spending some great time together lately. She's really growing up. I cleaned out my closet and let me tell you this: If you want to clean out your closet, go get a 15 year old girl. You will be left with only great pieces and you'll find out tons more ways to wear them than you ever dreamed. And you'll be able to move shit around in your closet again because all the ugly stuff will be gone. Love it!
The new carpet is in, but the house is not back in order. The kids have tons of homework and that comes well before putting sweaters back in drawers, right? It's challenging my Type A-ness, but I've reacted by organizing my own closet. Ha! Take THAT you damn sweaters!
The couch will finally be here next week, or early the week after, they tell me. Store Manager Lady has promised us a discount for all the time we have had to wait. Meanwhile, my current chair cushion is in threads and down to the foam. Yes, I am a procrastinator, why do you ask?