August 23, 2017

Today was a bit of a doozy.  I was just running the whole day.  My stomach felt sick.  I dragged kids all around town.  I sat out at Austin's football game for 15 minutes in 104-degree weather, at 6:00 p.m., with Lance asleep.  Boo!  Then I had to drag the little ones to take Miles to his first basketball practice.  Lance cried and screamed when he woke up.  Miles was nervous and unsure, but I had to get him settled the best I could and leave him there.  I ran back across town to Emma's volleyball game at Dixie High School.  I rushed in, the game already started.  My stomach was hurting so much!   Emma played an AWESOME game and her team won.  It was so fun to watch her, but Lance fussed most of the time.  When that was over, I had to drive clear back out to Washington City Community Center to pick up Miles.  He had waited for over an hour for me to come.  It was dark outside by the time he climbed into my car.  We all drove home--the bedtime routine awaiting me.  I was worn out and my running group texted that we were running 8 miles at 5:00 the next morning.  I just wanted to cry.

I finally decided to run my own five miles at 5:30.  I could feel myself losing grip a little.  I've had so much on my plate.  Tomorrow is the big Back-to-School night at Desert Hills Middle School.  I've got to prepare my speech, make a program, take it to the school to get it printed, as well as run the rest of my life.  My running is ramping up, PTA has been insane, life with my kids is in full force...
I have the feeling that I'm juggling a bunch of balls and I'm starting to falter just a bit.  I'm heading for a disaster...and I have no idea how to keep it all going.  So I just crawled into bed and set my alarm for 5:15.

This is the cutest picture Owen colored the first day of school. I think it is pretty great for a little  5-year-old boy!