Rory has been obsessed with exercise this past week, specifically running. Last Friday night (after completing our first week back to work and school) about 6:30 she asked if I'd go outside and run laps with her. Considering it was the end of the week and about 93 degrees outside, that answer was a resounding no. In hindsight, I probably should have tried to compromise with a walk instead. (If you're feeling particularly sentimental, read this post and then come back and tell me I should have made the effort!)
When we got home yesterday afternoon, she changed into her "running" clothes, asked if she could use my earbuds and iPhone to listen to music (that was a solid no), told me she was going to run 16 laps, take a break and then run 16 more. And that's pretty much what she did.
We've made it to the end of week #2, and I have to say that I'm pretty happy with where we are. After a rough Monday, I'm getting the hang of things at work. Brian is still having some very early mornings, but he's feeling pretty good about his class at the end of the day. Kids are making a few adjustments, but it's mostly good. Rory is having to manage some pretty high-drama friendships right now, and I have to say that I'm very proud of the way she's handled it so far. How do girl issues start so early? Camden is learning that 5th grade just might require a little more actual studying than he's had to do so far, and he's not exactly thrilled about it.
I'm looking forward to the weekend. It's going to involve maybe a little more housework and laundry than I'd like to do, but we're going to all be together with few plans. I made a monster grocery run this morning; headed out for a haircut in a bit. Frozen yogurt with the kids tonight, maybe a park trip tomorrow, then a full day of church Sunday.