So with kids out of school comes me being home more which really sucks. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy spending time with the kids, despite how frustrating it can be some days, but I make no money if I don't work. My boss is extremely flexible and I'm able to have off whatever I need when school is out. It really is great but when my paycheck comes in £400 is a tough pill to swallow so my stress levels go way up money-wise.
My opportunity to run long on Mondays goes away with kids off school too. I normally go for a long run for 20 plus miles since kids are in school and my wife is working. I still can likely sneak this in but I do feel bad leaving the kids to be occupied by screens so the overwhelming guilt stops me. Once again the treadmill saves the fitness! I can more easily manage two 8 milers in a day versus being gone for 3 plus hours so treadmill it is! I choose to run at times the kids are destined to be on their ipads, morning and then night so the guilt is less. I figure if everyone is watching whatever they want on their screens I'll do the same but in motion!
So here we are, a treadmilling fool but perfectly happy for now.
2nd degree black belt JKD
1st degree black belt eskrima
I quit martial arts today. Been doing it for a long long time, about 10 years. I haven’t been in class for probably 8 weeks. With the stress around my daughter’s situation high I felt it necessary to be at home. I wasn’t out much anyway, two nights per week, but more and more it seemed the best thing to do would be to stay at home. It feels weird. I told my instructor about the situation and he understood of course. Am I done? I hope not. I’ll continue to practice on my own and hopefully return in the future. It does feel strange. The conversation with my instructor was odd, I felt like I’d given up, my community is now gone. I have few if any friends here but at class I always had people to talk to and joke around with. Yeah, I’ll be back. Hopefully better than before, a sabbatical of sorts.
Final news is we lost a cat the other night. Rose was about 4 years old and seemed to have been hit by a car. She came limping in, hid in the litter box lying on her side. She spontaneously pooped and then wretched a few times. That was it. I’m assuming spinal injury with those presentations. The vet said to look at her claws, they’ll be damaged if it was a car. Cats try to get away and grab the pavement, sure enough hers were. We are all sad. Rosie was the cat who always meowed at me. I had my morning coffee with her every day, she relentlessly bothered me for scratches. I probably talked to her the most out of anyone!
So a lot of negatives here, but I guess that’s good to write about.
Rose
My final photo of Rose
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