And I Would Walk 500 Miles...

If you've noticed my fitness tracker I have passed the 500 mile mark toward my goal of 1000 miles. Why I chose 1000 miles I have no idea. It just seemed like a good number at the time - six months ago. So in the past six months I've walked 569 miles. As Dave likes to say when I update my ticker every week, "But I still see you!" At least he would say it if he were here! But he's more than 500 miles away. He's half way 'round the world enjoying chai and samsas and chipatis and goolam jammins and...he's in India.

This isn't the first time Dave's been away from the family for an extended time (it's three weeks this time). There is a definite routine to our emotions when he departs. The first two to three days we are all out of sorts. We can't seem to sit down together as a family. For my part I just want to wallow in self-pity, remorse and gluttony. When day four comes around I am ready to get on with life. I dive full-steam-ahead with projects-I clean, I cook decent meals, I feel motivated and positive. This lasts until Dave's return. I'm feeling independent and then Dave comes home and disrupts my neat and tidy routine. Then I have to return to the way things were before he left and that takes some time...a couple days of self-pity, remorse, gluttony and then I embrace the way things used to, are supposed to be. I lived this enough, I know what to expect. And I can't wait till he gets home!!!

Some good news on the potty training front - we have going #1 down!!!! Now, I just have to catch Liam before he runs under the table, hides in the closet to do #2.