This last week we took advantage of the flexibility of homeschooling and went camping…we packed up Frazier, our Arabic lessons, reading, and Bible and hit the road. We became mosquito fodder for a few days as we enjoyed the quiet of Lake Michigan.
We came home in time to start our homeschool co-op classes. Patrice is taking gym, kite making, and games. Sue is checking out gym, kite making, and sports info. Caitlyn is learning about immigration and refugees, games, and photography. I am teaching the class on immigration and refugees and helping in the games class.
Friday we headed to the library after our studies at home (they were not so thrilled with the double portion of math…but that’s the price you pay for going to the beach!)
I am enjoying the cooler temperatures as my runs get longer–my next half marathon is less than a month away. Saturday I ran 8.5 miles. I am happy to report I didn’t run out of stamina, I just ran out of time as we were headed to visit with friends for the evening.
Daddy got super brave and asked Caitlyn to trim his hair. She said later, “I’ve been teasing him for so long that I would do it, but once he asked me to, I was scared!!” She did a great job!!
I remember when Caitlyn was born discovering how painful it was to love someone other than yourself. I mean, I love my husband, no doubt about it, but there is just something about that baby.
I went back to work when she was 10 weeks old, but before that, I stood in Target one night crying because she was growing so fast and was going to grow up and leave me.
Here we are 12 years later–I want to throw up each time I think of her growing up so quickly.
Then came Sue…
And finally Patrice.
I love them so much. How in heavens name could I love anything else?
I’ve had dogs most of my life and I really loved my Stuie…but this guy? We got him for the girls…and I got a dog. He doesn’t snub the girls like my mom’s dog did me when I was growing up, but he’s my dog.
He runs the vast majority of my miles with me (11.5 this last week), he is incredibly grounding and comforting for me when the Bipolar gets overwhelming…I love this little guy.
Then over the last week he started coughing here and there…until yesterday when he would cough so much he was throwing up some. I have been panicking. My mind of course going to every worse case scenario possible. I even asked my Sunday School, you know, a room full of adults, to pray for my dog…
He seems much better this afternoon. I even think we have narrowed down the issue (kennel cough?) which is easily treated. I am so relieved. And so hopeful that my little running buddy will be back at it soon.
(It drives hubby crazy how much the dog is up on furniture, but he is so gosh darn cute and I think he is a huge part of how well I am doing with the bipolar…having him curl up next to me is better than any of the medications they have given me)