Hello my lovely blog.
I really don’t have time to post tonight.
I should be in the kitchen packing up the meat I bought in bulk on Monday for the freezer before it spoils. If I am not already too late… When I am done with that I have to pack lunch-and-snacks-and-water-and-gatorade-and-a-blanket-and-chairs-and-towels-and-sunscreen-and-books-and-card-games-and-Newt’s-swimsuit-and-goggles for the final – let me say that again – final swim meet tomorrow.
Can I get a hallelujah?
Whoever thought that practicing each and every day plus a meet every week for the last four weeks would be a good summer activity?
Oh. I guess that would be me.
And it really has been. Newt has made friends, engaged in healthy competition, improved her swimming stamina, and exercised her little buns off – literally. Her swim suit is actually a bit too big now. But we are both burned out on the every dayness of the whole thing.
And tomorrow? Oh my, tomorrow will be the queen mother of exhausting days:
At the pool by 7:30 am(!)
In the pool by 8:15
Swim
Wait
Swim
Wait
Swim
[Repeat until you feel a bit swear-y]
Leave the pool somewhere between 5:00 and 6:00 pm(!)
It is possible that my crankiness has more to do with the fact that my father in law has spent the week in the hospital and today he was transferred to a care facility, somewhat against his will.
Today was especially trying.
In order to support my husband and mother-in-law, I have spent much of the week in the hospital and now would like nothing better than to willingly check myself into a care facility. Especially if said facility cared for me with spa treatments and a chocolate IV drip.
But since I noticed some cellulite for the first time on my arms today I suppose I’ll forget about the chocolate.
Next week, my dear blog, I plan to shower you with love and attention and posts. Remember those? I plan to tell you about the cherries and berries I’ve picked and my the completion of a marathon read aloud to Newt that has largely consumed the last ten months of our lives. I plan to tell you about the lovely day we spent a a creek where I watched my girl gather periwinkles and she watched a professional photographer’s assistant fall in the water. I will share with you our day at the beach and how much I have fallen in love with Oregon (again).
Next week will be better.
But tonight, I have to save my bacon (and chicken and beef and pork chops).