I am going a little nuts. It's Day Three of no school, Sophie's with me again today at the office, and she's going stir crazy. She was supposed to go to a friend's house today, but woke up with a 100.7* temp. She's feeling fine and I'm not sure why the low grade fever cropped up, but we don't share our germs with friends if we can help it. So I have her with me, again.
The weather is supposed to be in the 40s and the sun is out. It's possible we'll lose some of the ice & snow on the side roads, but I think it's going to take a couple of days to get them clear enough for buses to drive on. They're still pretty bad. Likely school will be closed again tomorrow, is my guess. My mom keeps the kids for 1/2 days on Fridays, so at least Sophie will get a break at home tomorrow afternoon.
I am praying I can get to the gym this afternoon. It truly amazes me how when I'm not working out, I'm a little bit crazy. I can't handle the stress of LIFE as well when I'm not getting my regular endorphin rush.
And I'm watching my Mini-Marathon training program go down the tubes as each inactive day passes. I've still got 11 weeks, so I know I can build up to 13.1 miles in that time. It's just not going to be according to my nice, neat little plan. And I can only pray that the rest of February, March, and April are uneventful enough that I can stick to a routine.
I miss routine. I hate being bogged down with all this extra crap right now. I just want my nice little life back.
I supposed I really should not bitch about these inconveniences. We have electricity. We have running water. We have warm clothes and a warm home. My children are (relatively) healthy. Work is going well, and we are getting new clients and bringing in revenue.
Focus on the big picture, Laura. The little stuff will eventually work itself out.