This morning was a lifetime ago, but let’s see where the day began:
I saw three scratches of clouds in the sky near Wicked Tree as I was in the kitchen collecting my coffee, so I ran to my room to capture it on film, yet alas…the clouds had dispersed by then. A cloud-free-fucking sky. Ewww. The kids were on task and heeded my time warnings well: we left ahead of schedule for my early Tuesday.
I try, most mornings, to hold off on pain meds for as long as possible – kind of an “I dare ya” mindset – yet this morning I had forgotten the medicine at home completely, along with my purse, which didn’t make for a good beginning. As a topic for the meeting last night I chose “awareness” because I think little signs are given to us all the time. This one was hilarious. I forgot my own damn meds on the the busiest weekday. The incongruity between my assumed mindset and my actions is often comical.
Busy 
day – dash to parenting class where I found myself yet again caught between a rock and a very uncomfortable place. I say “uncomfortable” as opposed “hard” because it is a skills set I need to acquire… just haven’t done so yet. This is simply the point of setting a boundary and becoming secure in wearing my therapist hat…. Then back to the campus to children.
If I don’t think about it, it isn’t hard to do at all. Just show up, throw on your swimsuit, dive in the pool (well, jump) and get going. I did it. Doubled the amount I had done last Tuesday (yes, it’s been that long since I’ve been here) a little hot tub, shower and then I’m gone again. I’m trying to get to the point of swimming in the early a.m. – like 5:30 in the a.m. Yikes. Not quite there yet, but soon, soon.
Stuff. Always The Stuff. Now that The Boy is in high school, it seems The Girl is next on the list/chopping block. I dunno. Let’s just say I am eager for the school year to be nearing its end. Granted, there is a while to go yet, as it’s early October, but there are parts I am certainly ready to bid farewell to. Frustrations with both schools contacting me regarding our children, then certain hims getting frustrated with the kids (?!?!) when I phone him to share in the responsibilities of parenting. Really??? At least the Ween tickets are sold to a dude in Hawaii. Yay! Hopped on the bike at Ethan’s request and we rode around the block with our headlamps on under the Big Dipper. That was fun…. Makes me think of my Site 9 friends. I miss Hipnic.
Picture: Chalk art
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