Busy doesn't even begin to cover the last few days. Between Ian and my Dad practically demolishing part of his house and the beginning of the rebuild, the kids all needing to be taken to dance, TKD, the library, and them needing help with year end projects, trying to get things done around our own house, and having Erin and Miko and the kids over, I don't think we've had much chance to just sit still since Saturday.
Ian has been running ragged, helping my Dad completely rip out one of his bathrooms, and they're taking the construction slowly because Alex wants to learn how to do everything, and he's been filling in at the dojang so that TK can take a few days to spend with his kids sans Mom; I think I saw him for all of 45 minutes on Monday and maybe an hour yesterday, and he won't get home tonight until after 8. It reminds me too much of when he was working and I was teaching at the dojang, and I'm not liking it at all. I really don't know now why we sandwiched our family life into such a compressed time frame for so long, and why we thought it was even remotely worth it. I really would like to find the us from 12-13 years ago and slap the living daylights out of them with the warning that the dojang is not worth all the time it will take away from family.
At least we figured it out before the kids were full grown and it was too late.
I'll be glad when this week is over.
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Thursday, May 6, 2010
Monday, October 19, 2009
We've been busy as hell this week; between driving the kids all the places they wanted/needed to go, getting Char to and from PT, babysitting, finishing the sale on the old property, and negotiating new space for the dojang, there hasn't been much time to just sit and chill out.
But, the grandkids are back with their parents, the kids don't seem to have much on their schedules this coming week, the property is officially no longer ours, we got a lease for new dojang space, but the big one: Char has been released from PT.
Everything they can do for her, she can do on her own, and has proven to her doctors that she's motivated enough to do it and not wait and see what happens. Without stairs to confront at home, she's safe here and doesn't need me around all the time (to her relief) and if she does need help, it's a phone call and five minutes away.
The next step is getting her reflexes back so that she can drive; she lags about a quarter second behind her thought processes, just enough to make driving something she shouldn't do. Barring that, she still flinches at certain things when I'm driving, so that's another hump to get over. She worries that she may never regain needed reflexes, and that is a remote possibility, but she’s certain that the flinching will wind down to a minimum (and she has gotten a lot better about that.)
We’ve discussed our options for if she simply can’t drive and I go back to work; I’d guess in that case we’d see what it takes to get Alex a hardship license. No, we have not mentioned this to him. Yes, the idea drives me just a little insane. But if kids in ND can drive at 14, why the hell not?
But, the grandkids are back with their parents, the kids don't seem to have much on their schedules this coming week, the property is officially no longer ours, we got a lease for new dojang space, but the big one: Char has been released from PT.
Everything they can do for her, she can do on her own, and has proven to her doctors that she's motivated enough to do it and not wait and see what happens. Without stairs to confront at home, she's safe here and doesn't need me around all the time (to her relief) and if she does need help, it's a phone call and five minutes away.
The next step is getting her reflexes back so that she can drive; she lags about a quarter second behind her thought processes, just enough to make driving something she shouldn't do. Barring that, she still flinches at certain things when I'm driving, so that's another hump to get over. She worries that she may never regain needed reflexes, and that is a remote possibility, but she’s certain that the flinching will wind down to a minimum (and she has gotten a lot better about that.)
We’ve discussed our options for if she simply can’t drive and I go back to work; I’d guess in that case we’d see what it takes to get Alex a hardship license. No, we have not mentioned this to him. Yes, the idea drives me just a little insane. But if kids in ND can drive at 14, why the hell not?
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