Things ain’t quite working to plan this week, so I’m shining a seat with my ass at the sawmill for 11 hours today instead of standing and pedaling above one on my bicycletta in the woods.
It’s been a week filled with grade school festivities for Miss Lyza B. Party one day for her teacher who is retiring after 33 years, a general assembly with awards, and a field day with water games and all that fun stuff. It’s all translated to a lotta fun for her, a lotta missed work for me, and a lot of makeup to do. But…you don’t get these days back with your kids – so soak it up because next year is 3rd grade. The beginning of cliques, boyfriend/girlfriend talk, multiplication/fractions/division, and leaps and bounds of growing up.
The stress-o-meter is rising ‘round here and it doesn’t seem to let off. Business = sucks. End of School Year and into summer camps and balancing that with work = sucks. Vacations coming up = YES! Lost dog in the woods = Really sucks. Fitness level through May = not bad. Women = like a M-F Chinese buffet because EACH DAY IS DIFFERENT. Time to focus in on those vacations…..where’s that reset button?
Ahhhhh, I see it on my bike – tomorrow morning – sunrise ride before work, be there or go insane.
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