I’ve honestly tried to sit and write a post, for several days. I pour myself a glass of wine, boot up my computer, and stare at the blank screen. And nada…zilch…the words just won’t come to my brain. I assume this is because I am so tired of being sad, and writing about being sad, that I just want to block everything out. I don’t want to write about it, because that will mean I am reliving the tough days, and to be honest I’ve had my fair share of tough days these last 6 weeks.
We filled the week with work/school, workouts, and good food coupled with quality time. J had a very busy week with school and after school activities so the evenings were mostly just me and S. My youngest (S) has been struggling with school, her daddy leaving, and just this age in general. She’s no longer a little, but she’s not a teen yet either. Hearing her teacher tell me she sees her alone, and sometimes in a dark place broke my heart. Because she has always been such a happy little girl.
Monday, Monday…hmmm, what the heck did I do Monday besides go to work? Yikes…I forget.
Tuesday S asked if she could go on a run with me, so of course I said yes. Because I was running 4 miles, she scootered along and we had a blast! It was good to hear her laugh, and see her have a good time. I am really working on keeping her spirits up.
Wednesday we did a good boot camp workout and I ran 2 miles. (How did I not take ANY pictures…whoops!!)
Thursday S has dance class, so that takes up most of our evening because its a mad rush to pick her up from school, get home to get dinner made and then we change and head out the door. I normally don’t sit down til 8:30, and my day starts at 5:45 am, so needless to say Thursdays I am pretty tired.
Friday after work, the girls and I wore our “Running back” Unit T-shirts my hubby got for us, and we headed out to our favorite Mexican place. After the kids went to bed, my neighbors invited me over for some wine and a bon-fire and it felt so nice to talk to adults. The weeks get pretty lonely, especially the evenings and I catch myself holing up and that’s not good. But I hate to be a burden, and hate to bug people when I know everyone has their own “stuff.”
I finished my Friday by dragging all the these branches to the curb. Keep in mind it’s a good half acre I had to drag them to the curb! I call that winning for cross training.
Saturday I decided it was a day of retail therapy. The girls and I headed to Geneva, and stopped by all of our favorite shops, and my very favorite called Denise’s Adornments. We also tried a new restaurant called Al Chulo which is a modern Mexican tapas eatery just outside of Geneva in West Chicago.
Today was supposed to be my run day, but beautiful weather lead to running errands with the top down on my Jeep, and a day filled with cleaning the garage and washing the cars. Sadly with everything going on, something has to give, and for now that is my running. I get it in when I can, but time taking care of my home and my girls is more important. S even was able to have a impromptu play date, so extra winning for us all!
How was your week? Do you count yard work/chores as cross training?
Have a great week everyone!!
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