The End of An Era (Official)

This blog was a phase in my life which, for now, is over. A full time job, two teenagers (one who is a senior) and a full time life has made it difficult to blog.  The catharsis of posting about my life when I was a conflicted nearly 40 year old does not hold the same remedy now as an almost 45 year old does.

I am a little sad, as I felt almost zen like when I wrote about my mundane struggles and documented the daily life of my family. However, life goes on no matter what we do and I for one am glad.

Hence, for now, this is the end of my nutty ramblings. I fully intend to pick it back up once my kids are out of the house, if only to keep my sanity and to document the adventures of TCBITW and I as we head into the third segment of our marriage.

Happy Trails! 

Dirt: Boston Was Amazing and Hard to Describe

There are no words to describe going to Boston to watch my oldest daughter compete in the Head of the Charles. The emotions were high then entire time, both for her and for me.

 I was trying to be the calm in the teenage storm that is junior year with an added once in a lifetime sporting event. But I was also there as MOMMMA...the obsessed super fan. I was with a few other MOMMAS, each of us obsessed in our own way. (And one little sister).

Dirt: Happy 30 Days of School

Fall is almost here and I am a little sad. I love the sunshine daydreams of summer and don't mind the sweat that goes along with  them. However, it is nice to wake up and go for a run and not be sweating before I leave the block.

We are in the throes of what I like to call "the real deal". High school is no joke, where my girls go to school  or anywhere, really. Homework takes forever to finish. Parties are planned, dances are danced (one this weekend) and lives are lived on the spur of the moment.

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My girls are both on the varsity crew team, which means 7 practices a week. That's right 7. Next week, they ramp up to 9. Practice starts at 6 am and these girls go hard all day long, getting home at 6 or 6:30 pm, eat dinner and then do homework and start all over again.

Last spring's team

I'm tired. They are tired.

Babies are exhausting, but teenagers are worse. At least they drive.

Happy first month of school to all you tired parents out there!