Is it Fall yet?
We’re kind of in the calm before the storm. Or, rather, the frenzy before the storm? Can you have a frenzied storm? Is that a Nor’easter? Anyhow…
The storm is as follows:
- We’ve changed the way we’ve been eating. What started off as a kind of an experiment has turned into something that, I truly believe, we may actually stick with for a good long while. Read my wife’s take on it (Part 1, Part 2) as she’s smart, beautiful, AND articulate. This is only considered a part of the storm, since swearing off brownies and fast food makes us COOK. EVERY. MEAL. This means an enormous part of our life is spent preparing eggs/beef/chicken in 8,105 different ways every day, while processing fruit and veggies, running the dishwasher twice a day, and constantly cleaning the crock pot. Seriously – some mornings we’re eating breakfast while preparing lunch while cutting up something for dinner. But really, the brownie-every-night-lifestyle wasn’t doing us any favors…
- I’m (still, duh) training to run my four mile race, which is coming up on Sept. 1. A friend of mine said, “Well, that’s not really a test you can cram for, huh?” Which is true. I’ve stuck to the program, which meets every Saturday morning at 7am, and I’m 100% confident that I won’t come in last, which is really awesome. I also worked hard enough to buy a sleeveless butch duo-dry running shirt.
- The week of 8/27 is already insane, and it isn’t even here yet. We have a houseguest (a woman I work with) coming to stay three nights that week, which means extreme basement makeover needs to happen between now and then, since she’ll be coming and going at odd hours. Usually, people get put up in the nice, comfy spare bedroom, but the basement has a bed, TV, desk, and outdoor entrance. Hell, if it had a bathroom, we’d rent that shit out.
- Also that week, RR starts her new school, which is seriously a whole new post, but I wanted to give you a head’s up. Y’all, this is gonna be traumatic. OK, maybe not. But maybe so. Maybe for her and not us, or vice versa. This is the kid who sobbed uncontrollably this morning AT HER USUAL CENTER when we dropped her off with someone that wasn’t her teacher (yet someone she sees every day). Sigh.
- On the heels of the upcoming transition, I’ve been doing some serious reading about slow to warm kids. (Speak up, folks, if you have one!) The older she gets, the more seriously slow to warm she is becoming. I don’t want to label her (too late?) as shy (we usually say “sensitive”), but her personality really seems to be settling in. Gah. Advice?
So there’s that. Eating. Running. Cleaning. Worrying. Preparing. Holy cow, is it Fall yet?