There is also no one to laugh with you when Child 3 googles her symptoms and decides Toxic Shock Syndrome is the most likely. And to hold your hand when Child 1 drives off in the car with her best friend from Korea and you know they are both great girls and they won't get into any trouble, but still. And there is no one around to jump up and down and whoop with you when Child 2 says she thinks she doesn't want to work for the Pokemon company after all which you had decided to support as a goal but are really, really, really glad you don't have to because you just couldn't take another Pokemon movie because you had no idea at all what was happening and poor Child 2 had to explain everything and looked at you like you were an idiot because all these years she has been explaining Pokemon to you and you never ever understood it but you supported her anyway and now you are thrilled beyond belief that her new interest is music because that is something you are good at.
Nope, no one else is there for these moments. It's just you.
Child 1 and I went to the gym that we joined and exercised and it felt good. There was a little meltdown before we left because I was tired and cranky, but we made it and virtuously exercised. My goal is to go at least three times a week and then see what else I can squeeze in. I know that's not a life-changing amount of effort, but I'm trying to be realistic here. You may remember that I have 21 1/2 hours of things to do each day not including sleep, so fitting in 30-40 minutes three times a week I think is pretty virtuous.
This family in Oregon are having a worse day than me. They bought a house that was in foreclosure and got a really good deal on it.
Within three weeks of moving in, they all were really sick and their toddler was deathly ill. Turns out their house was a former meth-lab and the chemical residue was what was making them sick. So they had to move out into a rental. How sad that their dream made them ill and how weird that even though there is no more meth in the house, it can still make them sick! So thank you, Oregon family, for reminding me to be grateful for my beautiful home that was never a chemical waste dump.