The countdowns have begun in my head:
“Only 1 more gallon of milk until he gets home.”
“Last 2 episodes of Deadliest Catch until we can watch them together.”
“The next grocery run, I’ll be stocking the fridge with his favorites.”
“The next time I mop the floor, will be the last time I mop it before he gets back!”
And on it goes. Sigh. The finish line is right there….
Today started rainy (it’s been rainy for the past couple of days and the kids are going absolutely CRAZY with cabin fever.) My kids need fresh air and exercise in large doses daily! They are also greatly anticipating Eric’s return with the countdown refreshed every morning. Everyday becomes a day to distract.
Just keep swimming.
With the rain, we headed to our favorite indoor playground. Then by the time that was over, we headed over to my sister’s place to visit and catch up. By the time we got home, the kids were antsy, ready to be out of the car and the weather had cleared. So outside we went. On a bike ride.
Based on this day, I should always just carry bike tools with me.
Somehow the hand brake on Jake’s bike got jacked up and the back wheel completely locked. It’s moments like these that I am so thankful for fitness and my body’s strength. It’s not always about hitting the gym and going faster on a dumb treadmill. It’s not about lifting a barbel. Working out just for the sake of working out can be awesome, but it’s the resulting strength I have grown to depend upon. It’s the times when I need that strength for doing stuff, everyday stuff. LIke today when I had to walk my bike and simultaneously CARRY my son’s bike, which is NOT light.
I confess, as more than one car slowed down to look at me – I smiled every time. That’s right. This sucks. But I got it.
I’m tired. The kids are tired. But we are slogging through, marking another red X on the calendar.
It sucks. But we got it.