Just another day at the mountain
Not enough arm strength to type. But this means that I’m back to regular posting! Aren’t you happy? Wait…are you asking why? Well let me tell you.
I just finished 2 days of Tough Mudder. Yes 2. Because 1 is for sissies? No. I guess because I’m crazy. I did day one with my personal team. And day two with my work team. There was no getting out of either of those events. So I did what anyone else would do. I trained like a mo-fo and hoped for the best. I’m broken, beaten and scarred, but still standing. And I had so much fun (like last year) that I’m sure I’ll do it again next year. Maybe just one though.
Here’s my official “finisher” badge. I got two. hee hee!
Because I’ve been training, and working, and handling my personal consulting at night, and raising Jack, and working on a divorce, and and and…you know…blogging just had to taper off a bit on the priority list.
Jack spent the 3 days at Grandma’s and had so much fun that he was sad to go. I’m glad he wasn’t missing me. Though he did his usual “punishment” of Mommy, which means have a brutal temper tantrum over nothing and freak out completely. Then eat dinner and all is well. Sigh.
me: Hey, let’s take a look at your homework.
Jack: I don’t have any.
me: No? Okay what’s that paper then?
Jack: That’s a list of things for teacher appreciation week. We have to do something every day this week.
me: We missed the flower today because we were away.
Jack: I was the only one that didn’t bring a flower.
me: We’ll make up for it tomorrow ok?
Jack: Ok. What else do we do this week? (he grabbed the paper and started reading)
me: I don’t know, I think we give money one day for a manicure, then candy another day… Do you think all your friends will follow the sheet and do all the teacher stuff?
Jack: Mom. Kids barely read the stuff that they have to. They’re not gonna read all this grown-up paperwork! (said as he continues to read the grown-up paperwork)
me: Oh, forgive me.
Jack: We have to remember to turn in that teacher questionnaire on Wednesday. Don’t forget.
(says the child to the parent)