So I know I posted yesterday about my goal to lose weight. It is still my goal and today I managed, even after sleeping about 4 hours (thanks a lot, insomnia) to get up and walk for about 45 minutes. Then I managed to wander through Target on my feet getting staples and a garbage disposal cleaning solution throughout the entire conversation with my kids while they’re in Nebraska.
This may sound like a small, leisurely walk through a department store but in reality it was about 1 1/2 hours of me walking in circles. If I haven’t burned another hour’s worth of calories I don’t know what is. My kids are amazing and they were competing with each other over who would get to talk on the phone.
The conversation started, as it often does, I admit, with my oldest, Abbi. I’m meeting her in New York for a college visit and we’re hoping to get the last of the plays she needs for her drama requirement while we’re there. It’s not an easy trip, I have to work until 8 or so this Friday and then get on a plane to leave for New York at 11pm. Abbi arrives there at 10 Friday night. I get in at 7 Saturday morning. Yes. . . I’m taking the red-eye for a trip where we return the next day. The things you do for your kids, right?
But I’m not complaining. I haven’t seen Abbi or any of the kids for the last two months or more. It’s the longest time I’ve spent away from them. I don’t like it. The plan had been I would come out to Nebraska in the beginning of July for a week or so and then fly them home. I ran out of vacation time, July sweeps and the Olympics became priorities for work, and it just didn’t work out. I wanted to do it as much for my parents, so they’re not there every day, every hour, taking care of them, but I admit, wholeheartedly, that I miss the kids and really. . . that’s why I wanted to go. I also miss my folks and want to see them.
As a result my phone conversations when I call each night tend to last more than a couple hours. I talk to each of the kids. I hear about every scene in the latest Scooby Doo Mystery, Inc. episode. I hear what Lemony Snickett is doing to the Beaudelaire kids. I find out what the latest tour Hannah gave at the O’Neill historical society’s museum thought of her presentation. I hear about Abbi’s day at work . . . and I hear just how excited she is to go to New York. I would stay up for three days straight to hear that tone in her voice, no hesitation.
Now, I understand, it’s not cheap, but I got insanely cheap tickets and we have to get these visits out of the way because once school starts it’s not going to be this easy.
I miss my kids, sure, but I also get the opportunity to show them that I can try to make life healthier and more active, too, and we can continue what they’ve started this summer.