I remember when my mom was raising kids and working, she'd often remark that she wished that Sunday and Saturday were reversed. Her wish was that as the day of rest, Sunday came first.
I reflect on that comment a lot, and definitely felt it yesterday.
Last week was a long week. The work week was filled with activity, some within the norm and some out of the norm. It was a week that kept us on our toes.
The boy's activities are in full swing, so every evening we are running. Mark's first two swim meets of the season took place this week. He learned a tough, but memorable, lesson when he rushed his getting into the pool before Thursday's event and didn't take the time to properly put on his goggles. His goggles slipped off during his entry, filled with water and blinded him. He smacked chin first into the wall. Right in front of me, as I was cheering him on and taking photos.
He ice packed for the rest of the meet, but did do his other events. I told him that I witnessed the coaches scrambling. They'd seen the impact and were sure they'd have to find a replacement for his relay. His response, "Even if they did try and replace me, I still would have done them" He's bruised, but he still has all his teeth and he won't make that mistake again.
Yesterday I crashed.
I walked to the bowling alley to photograph that team's senior event at 8am, but afterwards - nothing. I'm blaming it on the tough week, cold temperatures, the daunting week ahead and a poor night's sleep.
Today I'll putter on a few things, make a plan of attack for the coming week and hope to make a meal plan. I also need to get outside and get some exercise and Vitamin D.
This coming week are two more swim meets - both away.
I'm working 8 hours a day this week, subbing.
More archery.
I had hoped to make the girl's game in Brighton this week - but there was a time change on Mark's swim meet, so I have to scratch that one off my list.
Brian gets a haircut. You know it's getting long when he agrees to an appointment.
We have a few rounds of out of town company coming the end of this month/beginning of April - so I'll be squeezing in some extra spring cleaning in between the cracks.
Spring is coming. But I am hoping for one more good snowfall. Sorry, not sorry.
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Fun(ny) note: It was realized yesterday that Allan, our oldest, is now the shortest of our three boys. It was one of those moments that had the walls shaking and the lamps nearly breaking as chaos erupted.
Goggles: been there, done that, minus the face smash.
Snow: Should be coming, I washed and put the snow pants away. You're welcome. (-:
Posted by: JLMP | March 07, 2021 at 03:51 PM