I am aware that the title for this post mirrors that of an ill-fated NBC sitcom. I wish I could be more original but it is what it is. I am feeling a little better this evening than I was this morning. I had the beginning of a scratchy throat and runny nose. I took some vitamin C and have also received some other helpful tips that I'll be adopting. One was to take vitamin D, one was to drink a warm cup of water with honey and apple cider vinegar. I have all of those things already in my home so I will be taking the advice.
We have a meeting tomorrow morning with some of the staff at Jeremy's school. I am not nervous, actually. I kind of expected that I would be but I think I'm just too busy to realize it. Our days have taken on a rhythm that I enjoy quite a bit. It's like digging in the back of the closet for that old, worn sweatshirt and slipping it over your head. It still smells nice from the last time you washed it, it's got creases in it because it's been sitting folded for so long and it is just as soft and fuzzy as you remember.
I have long been aware that I am a creature who craves routine and habit. I am happiest when I know exactly what is happening and where I'm supposed to be at any given point in time. I have a tough time on vacation (on the rare occasion we get to go) because it's tough for me to just lie around and do nothing. I'm a hard-charging, type A personality into my bone marrow.
I have always done better running when I have an end goal in mind (e.g. a race or an improvement in time). I recently downloaded an app called Running for Weight Loss. I'm on week 2 and I love it because it sets out in specific detail when I should run, walk, sprint, cool down, etc.
This is just who I am. I fought it for a long time (I'm not sure why) and I'm just now realizing how much better I operate when I am living in a schedule. For most people, summer vacation is relaxing and freeing. For me it's like being underwater and getting disoriented about which way is up. It is terrifying and suffocating all at the same time.
Having Jeremy in full-day kindergarten has been wonderful for both of us. I am able to miss him and vice versa. We walk to go get him after school is over and upon arriving at home, I smother him in hugs and kisses. He reciprocates and we spend about 10 minutes in a lovefest. It's a grand thing. I am not yelling at him, I'm not losing my patience, I'm not being driven crazy by him just being Jeremy.
The break with Bekah is only until 1130, but I'm finding it just as glorious. She seems to be enjoying preschool (she'll be attending 5 days a week, 9-1130) and I am enjoying being on my own with Doug. I spent the last couple of mornings running a mind-numbing number of errands. Tomorrow, I'm hopeful that I can toss him in the jogging stroller and take a long walk along the bike paths in Crystal Lake.
I love the fall--although I dislike the smells associated with fall. I enjoy the cooler weather because I've never been one to tolerate heat well. I am grateful for the change in seasons. I wouldn't mind, for the record, moving to someplace like southern California. I enjoy the endless blue skies and temperate weather. For the time being, though, I will enjoy the changing temperatures, colors and other wonders of living in the Midwest.
I have a sense that this schedule we're on is going to make time absolutely soar by us. I don't mind except I'm acutely aware that Jeremy, who will turn 6 in a couple of days, is soon going to grow tired of me smothering him with hugs and kisses. Luckily, there are two more in the hopper for whom kisses and hugs will continue to be okay.
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