The boys had a meet at Lincoln Park in the morning. One of the boys is still sick so he didn’t run. But they both left this morning and I told them I’d be there later. Josh and my other son had the shooting retreat that they were getting ready for and Elianna was cooking for that. My mother-in-law was in St. Louis watching my niece run her cross country race. So I was the only one going. Luckily the meet is local and I am so familiar with the drive and coarse it was no big deal to do it alone.

My son also had his homecoming dance tonight. A friend and his date met my son and Ellie at camp in the evening for pictures. I had never met her before and she looked adorable in her dress. I can see why my son really likes her. We did the awkward picture thing and she had brought flowers for the two of them. Her parents and younger sister were also there so we met them as well. Her parents seem nice. I told them I couldn’t work tonight because I wanted to be there for all of this.

She just better not break his heart. I don’t know why my mind always jumps like this to the worst possible conclusions. I forgot to mention the boys did really well for Lincoln Park. We came home and I tried to have some discipline and clean. I didn’t have much for lunch and the spaghetti and meat sauce was not enough to lure me out of my house mode. I got into it slightly with my son over not wanting him to stay over night at some guy’s house I didn’t know. I don’t know. We survived.

Ethan had a meet in South Dakota this morning. While no one was particularly thrilled about another long travel day, I was grateful the couch rescheduled something. These guys work too hard to miss out on a chance to race, especially since they already don’t have that many. There was a whole confusion on what what had happened with the time clock and why it looked like 13 teammates had not finished. But it was just an odd and long delay and everyone was just fine.

So I was happy that he did well and shaved off nearly 1 1/2 minutes from his 8k time. I don’t think it’s necessary to rank his fan base in any order, but I would say I’m the one who is most familiar with his details. I imagine that he likes that he has someone he can talk to about his races. He does that with his brothers too so I know it isn’t just me. But anyway, I don’t want to say I’ll be glad when this is over because I don’t think that’s it. But I will not miss the ups and downs of sitting on the edge of your seat and waiting for numbers, wondering if it is going to be a good race day or not so much.

I came home from work and I think I fell asleep. I went for a walk later and had to dodge the Mennonite group that is here. They were playing on the road. We’d ordered takeout for supper because no one had it in them. There was another group of people here who we used to go to church with. They were having a 40th birthday party for one of the dads. People always think it isn’t busy here if it isn’t summer, but you know how that goes, I had to tell them it was otherwise.

Laura sends pictures of Lila nearly every other day. Today she sent one in the morning saying that Lila had outgrown her newborn clothes and was now wearing sizes 0-3 months. She had the emoji with the face and the eyes welling up with tears. Of course I shed some myself thinking of her growing up and already getting so big. The other night I was looking up apartments in Seward and part time jobs I could get so I could be closer and available to watch Lila with everything going on.

The thing that kept me from thinking it was a very good idea was that I would still have kids here. Right now I’m making them breakfast and going to their meets and making sure they have food and hanging out in the evenings sometimes. Before leaving for work this morning I hugged my youngest son goodbye and then sat back down on the loveseat. I needed a minute. He looked at me with concern before I got out the words, “It’s just that everybody is growing up”. He got up and came over to sit down next to me.

We were side by side on the couch. An hour earlier we’d been working on math and magic circles and laughing about the “common daily pains” of trying to find a pencil that works. I had gotten up two different times and the first time the mechanical pencil barely had any lead. The second time the pencil tip broke as soon as I started to write. I told him I was going to write that phrase down. Back in the present, I had my arm around him. I eventually had to get back up but I was calmed.

Today I officially ruined my chance of doing any future retreat sessions with my Thrive supervisor. After about two days a couple of weeks ago of one of the most intense experiences of hunger and desire that I have ever felt, I resisted every urge to make the call, write the email or text, or march right up to his desk and demand we end this painstaking nonsense right now. It was utterly awful. And then I woke up the next day and it was like a fever had passed. And I was back to myself again.

So I ruined my chances by coming clean and telling my husband that the reason I left several months ago was because of some kind of attachment that was messing with my mind and getting in the way of me and him. I told him that I loved him passionately and didn’t want anything else in the way of that. That I am sorry I am such a failure at mastering my demons.

He said that he loved me too and we’re both slow.

Today was not a great day. The boys had a meet in Pittsfield and both of them were sick. One is on the tail end getting over it and the other was in the early part just beginning. Viruses are terrible and will drain every ounce of your energy to where it doesn’t even have to be all that much energy expenditure and you’re wiped.

So that’s the kind of race one of them had. Pittsfield was the place where I felt in love with cross country but even with that I wasn’t feeling it. I took my videos to hopefully compile. I took a few pictures of the atmosphere to use as well. I walked around to my standard places and avoided the tent area until the one no longer looked like a ghost.

People ate their picnic food. I eventually went back to the car because I also was drained and needed to sit down away from people. The medals had been sent to the wrong place so after a while of waiting for the medal ceremony everyone was told to go home. The boys got their medals though, so that made me happy.