I couldn’t fall asleep til after 2 a.m. I blame it on the small amount of coffee granola I ate. So I went downstairs and watched a recap of the Royal Wedding, which I enjoyed.
An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?
Again I felt like a burro. Schlepping, toting, driving, unloading the car. The totebag with my computer that I brought to Tumble Techs so I could write while Punch flipped. The chargers, the water bottles [hers and mine]. Sometimes Dan does Monday night gymnastics duty but more often, I do. And now Punch is moving up to a competitive level, with meets, and 6 to 8 p.m. class on both Monday and Wednesday, starting July 1. [We will be away for a fair amount of the summer classes but it’s the school year I’m concerned about, with dinner and homework. Dan and I will have to divide and conquer, with two weeknights.]
I am so glad to be in my nightgown and going to bed.
So thankful for Dan, who was summoned by Punch.
Danay, she called, using her pet nickname for him. Come upstairs while I brush my teeth!
He also just went over and retaught her math homework and is set to do dishes and haul weekly recycling out. Monday nights are hard.
Glad I have a fellow burro.
So nice of her friend and friend’s dad to have her over. Good night.
Hard work, focus, willingness, time. I’m doing my best. Good night.