Take last weekend, for example. Phoenix had a three-day volleyball tournament in Chicago. We spent at least 8 hours in the gym together each day. Include meals and travel, and that is a whole mess of parental togetherness.
Fortunately, the parents of Phoenix's teammates are fun, nice, and great spectators. I had a fantastic time. (That's my #1.)
It just so happens that our friends with whom we vacation every summer were at the very same volleyball tournament. We knew ahead of time that they would be there, and since they are Turken's Godparents, I brought Turken along for the weekend. We were able to see quite a bit of them, as well as to cheer their son on during his games. (#2!)
That much time in a gym, combined with ridiculously late nights, could go terribly wrong when one brings her six year old. Fortunately, Turken isn't an ordinary six year old. That child ROCKED the weekend in Chicago. I never even had to give him a "stop that" look. Not once! (#3!)
We didn't leave Chicago until 3:30, and it is a 3 and a half hour drive. After the exhausting weekend we had, it was going to be a very, very long 3 and a half hours. And Phoenix would have been no help in keeping me alert. Fortunately, Phoenix's coach was abandoned by the other coaches and needed a ride back to Indy. We had room, and he was extremely helpful in getting us out of downtown Chicago and awake for the drive. (#4!)
While we were gone, Bryan and the kids had plenty of fun. He even left work early on Monday to take the kids bowling. (#5!)
I managed to get three workouts in this week. I even took the opportunity to use the hotel's workout room while in Chicago while the boys slept in one day. Sure, there were a few problems the day I decided to try swimming, but the workouts went well. (#6!)
All of the working out is paying off. Not in the "Hey! My muffin top is gone!" sort of way, but in a "Wow! My knee doesn't hurt!" A chicken snuck out of the coop when I went in to feed them, and I had to chase it down. Three weeks ago, I would have been crying in pain as I weaved in and out between the trees and fences and weeds and outhouses. Today, I didn't even realize what I had done until it was over. (#7!)
And, while I chased that chicken down, I wasn't freezing my tail off. The weather this week has been quite mild. The kids have played outside every day and didn't even need a hat or gloves. (#8!)
On Thursday and Friday I actually had time to get some much needed cleaning done around the house. It's not often that I have a completely productive day, but I had one on Friday. I love that kind of day. (#9!)
Speaking of cleaning, some big things are happening for my 90 year old grandma. She's selling her house and moving into an independent living facility. When I heard, I immediately wanted to cry. (I actually did cry as soon as Bryan got home and I said it out loud.) I knew how hard it would be for her. It means everything about going home is changing. Her house is the party house. Anytime someone comes into town, everyone gathers at Grandma's house to play cards and have fun. It is the perfect house for such things. My grandma has lived there since my dad was a teenager. It's only a couple of miles from the house where I grew up. I was there all the time! I hate that things are changing. I hate that we are getting older and things will change drastically at some point.
And then I talked to Grandma. As much as she knows this is a good move, she is sad. She is going to miss her back porch. She is going to miss having everyone over to play cards. She is going to miss her space.
But what we both have to focus on is what she's gaining. She won't have to worry about her yard anymore. She won't have to worry about wearing herself out compulsively cleaning her entire house. She won't have to worry that she will die and no one will find her for days.
The place she is going is spotlessly clean. The food is delicious. The day she toured it, she ran into three women with whom she was in a mothers' group decades ago as well as a distant cousin she didn't know she had. My mother-in-law works in the nursing home on the property. There is a bus that will take her where she wants to go. And it's Catholic, so there is a Mass on the property every week. Shockingly, there was a room available for her. The waiting time to get one of the apartments is usually a year and a half. But, everyone currently on the waiting list doesn't want to move in the winter. She'll be moving in February.
While we are so sad to be moving into this new phase of life, we are so grateful that it is to such a marvelous fit for her. (#10)
Well, that was my week. Now tell me about yours.
Have a lovely day!
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