So here's how our week started: I signed my kids up for swim lessons at the wrong pool, failing to notice my error until two of the kids were stranded at the wrong pool, all by themselves, having biked over with their dad who then went on to work. I was to join them with the younger kids awhile later, and we'd all bike home together. I was in the kitchen packing my backpack when the phone rang. Daughter at pool. "Why are you calling?!" (This can't be good!) "Mom, you signed us up for the Swimplex!" "What?! Oh no!"
And they were right. I had. There's a first time for everything, this not being a mistake I've made ever before.
They missed their lesson. Instead, they biked safely home together, despite having to manage a detour around construction on their route. (I only heard about this long after the fact.) I biked with the little kids to the Swimplex (they did not miss their lesson). All was well.
Conclusion: My children seem to know how to manage. This is good.
That's what we're up to this week: swim lessons in the morning, big kids babysitting in the afternoon. I've been working on revisions on the novel and prepping for my teaching gig this fall.
Canada Day was weirdly productive. I sat down and read through the entire novel manuscript, which really needed to be done. I hadn't touched it since February, so my editing eyes were very clear, and I'm positively teeming with solutions. I starting backwards, and just letting myself take whatever route feels right. Writing new scenes seems to be what's coming first.
I also gave both boys a haircut. And vacuumed.
We've been biking everywhere. It's hot.
I'm back to running again, tentatively testing out the ankle with short, slow runs aided by an ankle brace. I'll test it further during a soccer game tonight. Wish me luck. I've taken a risk and signed up for the Run for the Toad this fall (25km trail run I've done the past two years).
We stayed up awfully late at my brother's birthday party last night, enjoying pizza, cake, and feats of strength by both my daughters. (The eldest picked up pretty much every party guest, I kid you not. I'm talking adults here. She went around the room.) So that was fun. And we could sleep in this morning, at least somewhat. I could hardly open my eyes, however. I think I ate too many spicy dill pickles yesterday. Puffy. Salt-retention. Too much information.
Our mint is growing wild. I need to get more time in the pool. I coached Fooey's soccer team on Tuesday evening.
I'm just listing things off here, can you tell? The minutiae. It's all I've got.
Labels: babysitting, biking, holidays, injury, kids, party, running, summer, swimming, The Girl Runner