March 28, 2017

I dragged my tired behind out of bed early to go running with Cathy before she headed back to California.  It was good, but I was dragging a bit.  It's rough coming back from vacation!  You start to really realize how relaxed you were and how intense your real life really is.  Wow.

I went shopping with Owen and Lance for a birthday present.
I had to collect the girls from school and take them to the orthodontist.
I took Owen to a birthday party at Battle Evolution, a nerf gun arena.  He LOVED it.
I rushed Emma to her track meet at Desert Hills and dropped her off.
I took Austin to piano lessons.
I picked up Austin.
I dropped off Julia at piano lessons.
I rushed to pick up Owen from the party.
I hurried to Austin's baseball game. He's a good little hitter and player.  We cheered and cheered!
I missed Emma's run. She took second overall in the 400 meters!
I made sure Miles rode his bike to scouts.
I sent Julia with Greg to her basketball game.
I took the boys home and put Lance to sleep.
I left the others home with Miles.
I rushed to the track meet.  I missed Emma running the 200 meters.
I ran over to the middle school for Julia's game.
I watched Julia have an awesome game, until she got into foul trouble (unfairly!), and eventually she fouled out.
I watched Greg get a technical foul.  Nobody messes with Daddy's girl!
I came home and got everyone headed to bed.
I helped Julia finish her homework, comforting her as she cried.
I finally got the house quieted down.
I fell into bed.

Where is the sound of the waves to lull me to sleep?  Where is the turndown service I came to love?  Where is the sweet smell of mango coconut lotion lingering on my skin?  Where are Greg's arms to hold me as we fall asleep?  Where is my beloved Maui?

My brain is foggy.

I keep telling myself to be patient with myself.  It's like a big, churning engine.  Once it has slowed to a stop, it takes some time to get back up to top speed.  I'm that engine.  I slowed to an absolute halt, but now I'm back.  And I'm trying to get back up to speed.  My mom was sympathetic.  She said, "I don't know why we even go on vacation!"  I know she wasn't serious.  It's just that she knows how it feels to come back.  Still, it never hurts a big, churning engine to power down every so often, just to check the moving parts, grease the gears, and then start the slow process of getting back to full speed.  I'll get there.  I've just got to keep chugging along.