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Sunday, April 07, 2013

What's Up?

Ahhh. It's nice to write something. It's been awhile.

I usually get asked: How do you keep up with it? Reading books, writing your blog, work, kids, running, blah, blah, blah. Well, I haven't. The last thing I want to do at the end of my day is get on the computer.

Today, being the last day of my vacation, maybe this is it for awhile, but I hope not. Blogging is one of my many forms of therapy. My 'how I keep up with it' stuff. Those things are what makes me sane in my crazy world.

These past few months have been crazy. MiMi was swimming year-round. YAY. But she would freak out at the mere mention of a swim meet. She did one - last year - and it was super stressful, for her and for us. Why this meet was any different for her than summer meets, I don't know, but it was...and it was full of tears and lots of talk of "you can do this." "you are a warrior." "you rock." That soon ended with "you better get out there and just swim" "stop with the tears, no one else is crying" "you're upsetting the coaches!" There's only so much encouragement you can do when you get "I can't" and "I'm not" as an answer. CONSTANTLY. But she swam it and we stopped signing up for meets.

We stopped year-round to give her a break because she did rock despite not doing the meets and she'll start back in May, in time for summer swim team. But then we pushed on CJ to go for the track team. This, of course, met with fear and begging to NOT try out.

Last year, at the beginning of CJ's freshman year of high school, we strongly encouraged her to try out for cross-country. This was met with resistance and tears. She bargained with us: let me get used to high school and then I'll try out for track in the Spring. OK.

Well, Spring is here and now she doesn't want to try out. We ignored her pleas. Literally. She asked if she could NOT tryout. We ignored it. This seemed to work. She tried out. When she and I went to the Tame Impala concert, I asked "Did you get on the track team?" She replied 'well, tryouts ended yesterday and I went to practice today.' YAY! I was so happy. Then she said "Actually, everyone made the team. There really was no tryouts." Oh. I didn't know that. CJ, in the driest voice ever: Yeah. Me neither.

She hates it. She tells me that all the time. But she goes to practice every day after school, even Fridays. And she has run two meets - both 800s. The first meet, she looked at me evil and breathed heavily for the first 10 minutes of the car ride home. She was so mad at me. The second meet, she didn't breathe won breath of hate at me. I see that as an improvement. I'm proud of her. She's doing it. My grunge girl is doing track.

A few weeks ago, I went in for surgery for something that was personal. I didn't want to tell anyone about it. It was supposed to be an outpatient thing - about two, three hours. Recovery was about six weeks and then I could get back to exercising. Nope. Instead, I end up losing blood during the surgery, blood transfusion, one week recovery and now, a few folks know something that I wanted quiet. That recovery week was one of the WORST WEEKS FOR ME emotionally ever. I was so depressed, I just wanted to sleep one whole week and wake up and let that week be over. Or be put in a medically induced coma. Whatever. It was horrible.

A week after my blood transfusion came the AWOLNation concert. I really should have been resting: I had gone back to work that day - my first day back after my emotional hell week. And now, a concert at Lincoln Theatre. Tim offered to go but he got called back to work. We worked out a way to swap but that got killed because of a mix-up with tickets (long story). It worked out better than expected. CJ brought a friend so they got to stand up near the front, which would have been impossible for me to do. I went up in the balcony and found a stool and sat through most of it. I couldn't sit through AWOL because, well, I'm a fan and it was a great concert. But I'm not sure it was the wisest move to be at a concert a week after a blood transfusion.

The week off for Spring Break was nice: we stayed in Charleston, SC for about four days. Tim wanted to head home, since it started raining Thursday but the girls did *not* want to head home. I suggested any place with an indoor pool - he found a condo in Myrtle Beach, so we stayed there for a night while they enjoyed the heated lazy river and pool.

Back to real life tomorrow. I don't know when you'll hear from me again. Hopefully, I'll make time to write more often.

1 comment:

  1. Sorry to hear about the surgery gone wrong and the blood transfusion. :( That's no fun. I hope you're fully recovered now!