Taylor went to scout camp for 4 days because he's scoutmaster in our church. This week was not a good time for him to go. He tried to find more parents to go so he didn't have to go the whole time and he found some but there has to be 2 leaders there all the time so he ended up being the second leader the whole time. He just bought a new dental office and trying to merge the two practices has been super stressfull. And there was no way to get ahold of him the 4 days he was gone (no cell service) so when they called me from the office to say the xray sensors aren't working and the new doc is mad and the new team really needs training on Dentrix there wasn't much I could do besides feel really sick and stressed out. I did take the kids to the pool twice. I don't want to be a stressed-out mom and I know sometimes that's how my kids see me. But sometimes, I hope most of the time, I can cover it up pretty well for them. I'd like to think they feel like they have a happy worry-free mother who plays with them and spends time with them. I know I can be better at this.
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So Taylor comes home yesterday and I tell him about some things that happened at the office and he's just cool and collected and says he'll go in early on Monday and take care of it and things will be fine. I love that man. Maybe all that time in the mountains was good for him, in a way. I just hope the computers are working tomorrow and things go smoother with this transition. Shortly after he got home the kids all went over to the neighbor's to go swim in their pool. I started making some lunch and Taylor comes downstairs and we're talking and I jokingly say "you know, the kids will probably be over at the neighbors for an hour at least.." He put his arms around my waist and it was all over from there. Luckily the kids did stay over at the neighbor's for a while, untill I finally went over to see if they decided to move in. Sara is so nice to let them come swim. They have two kids close in age to ours and they are always out back swimming on nice days and they always invite us over.
So Taylor comes home yesterday and I tell him about some things that happened at the office and he's just cool and collected and says he'll go in early on Monday and take care of it and things will be fine. I love that man. Maybe all that time in the mountains was good for him, in a way. I just hope the computers are working tomorrow and things go smoother with this transition. Shortly after he got home the kids all went over to the neighbor's to go swim in their pool. I started making some lunch and Taylor comes downstairs and we're talking and I jokingly say "you know, the kids will probably be over at the neighbors for an hour at least.." He put his arms around my waist and it was all over from there. Luckily the kids did stay over at the neighbor's for a while, untill I finally went over to see if they decided to move in. Sara is so nice to let them come swim. They have two kids close in age to ours and they are always out back swimming on nice days and they always invite us over.
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I went to the gym yesterday evening which is a great place to go if you need a mental break. I was on the treadmill and stumbled on this really touching show. It had already started so I don't know what it was called, but it was about this young teacher who came to a poor mostly black school to teach and she brought hope to the kids and helped them change their lives around. I was actually crying while I was on the treadmill. I think that was just the culmination of a rather emotional, or at least stressful, week. I hardly ever cry. And I hate crying in front of people. Luckily it was almost closing time and there was hardly anyone there.
I went to the gym yesterday evening which is a great place to go if you need a mental break. I was on the treadmill and stumbled on this really touching show. It had already started so I don't know what it was called, but it was about this young teacher who came to a poor mostly black school to teach and she brought hope to the kids and helped them change their lives around. I was actually crying while I was on the treadmill. I think that was just the culmination of a rather emotional, or at least stressful, week. I hardly ever cry. And I hate crying in front of people. Luckily it was almost closing time and there was hardly anyone there.
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Emi is quite the over-achiever. I thought I blogged her graduation pic but I don't see it, but anyways at her "fifth grade assembly" at the end of the school year last month they gave awards to kids with gpa's over 3.5 and they called them out in order of their gpa from 3.5 and up. They called Emi last as she had the highest gpa at Sanborn, 3.8. Ok, actually she tied Luke for the highest who she's been "competing" against since 1st grade. For example, she would come home from school and say "I'm on 9x table already!" and I say "that's great" and she says, "yeah, but Luke's on 11x". It was always like that. But I guess it's good to have someone just slightly ahead of you always, pushing you to do a little more. So she ended up tying him in the end. The end of 5th grade anyway. Then at her summer volleyball camp last week, for 5th, 6th and 7th graders, she ended up winning the whole championship that they played on the last day. There were probably 50 or so girls. Sometimes I feel a little guilty that I'm too hard on her. I do expect a lot out of her and I don't cut her very much slack. When I see successes for her I think she is doing alright.
Emi is quite the over-achiever. I thought I blogged her graduation pic but I don't see it, but anyways at her "fifth grade assembly" at the end of the school year last month they gave awards to kids with gpa's over 3.5 and they called them out in order of their gpa from 3.5 and up. They called Emi last as she had the highest gpa at Sanborn, 3.8. Ok, actually she tied Luke for the highest who she's been "competing" against since 1st grade. For example, she would come home from school and say "I'm on 9x table already!" and I say "that's great" and she says, "yeah, but Luke's on 11x". It was always like that. But I guess it's good to have someone just slightly ahead of you always, pushing you to do a little more. So she ended up tying him in the end. The end of 5th grade anyway. Then at her summer volleyball camp last week, for 5th, 6th and 7th graders, she ended up winning the whole championship that they played on the last day. There were probably 50 or so girls. Sometimes I feel a little guilty that I'm too hard on her. I do expect a lot out of her and I don't cut her very much slack. When I see successes for her I think she is doing alright.
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