Sometimes life gets so big, and so busy, and so exhausting, from the big to the small things, ceiling to floor, that at the end of the day, sitting back and going through it all in your head seems too much. “I don’t have the energy to remember it all” you say to yourself. “I barely had enough to get through it the first time.”
Days pass like that, and weeks, and before you know it, you are going to start forgetting those moments you were too tired to recall just then but didn’t really want to forget.
I don’t want to forget.
In April, Sam and I ran two 5Ks. I need to recap those more thoroughly, and I will, but let it suffice for now to say that they had their ups and downs, and that he continues to run and plan for his triathlon next month, as well as for another 5K (Race for the Bacon!) and possibly one of the shorter Lighthouse Run distances (two or four mile).
The week after the second 5K, on May 5, I ran the Wisconsin Half-Marathon on a complete whim. I needed something to cheer me up in a huge way, make me feel strong and mentally whole again. See, the week before, our house got burglarized. Yes, again. Yes, really. This time, they kicked in the door; I was only out of the house for a few hours, but when I came back, I found the door standing open, lock smashed, and most of our electronics gone, as well as my jewelry. Needless to say, this second violation (within two years!) has us all feeling very traumatized in various ways. We’ll be moving as soon as we can; I hope that helps.
That’s one set of feelings I wouldn’t mind forgetting, actually. Somehow, I doubt I ever will.
On a better note, Sam got into the second of the two charter schools, the smaller one. We’re thrilled! Also, one of his school friends got in, too, so he’s happy he’ll be seeing at least one familiar face there. Now, to get through the rest of this year! I can’t believe how quickly it’s coming to an end; I nearly missed signing them up for their playground programs, since my brain didn’t register that it was That Time again. We’re just getting from day to day; looking ahead more than a few days into the future feels impossible. Swimming, basketball, running, church…it makes a pattern that keeps us constantly in motion.
I hope to be back with more details soon. Here, have some pictures:











