I've been a bit disappointed this week. I've been waiting all year to finally become a mother-who-has-no-one-at-school-any-more. I've been waiting for my life to change and, to be frank, I've yet to see any difference. Sure, I haven't had to wash uniforms or make lunches, but it feels more like a holiday than a permanent life change. Maybe it'll feel more the way I was expecting once Luke starts university (assuming he will get in).
I may have been disappointed with my lack of life change but I haven't been disappointed with my running. Yesterday we were doing 800's and 200's and my times were back to where they'd been before Melbourne. I was still slowing by my last rep but not as badly as the past few weeks. And today I backed up with a 10k run - the same route that I'd run last week. Today's run ended up 3 mins faster but my average heart rate was 6 bpm slower. It's taken 6 weeks but I'm finally feeling good again.
In the spirit of Thanksgiving (which we don't celebrate in Australia) I'd like to tell you all what I'm most thankful for. I'm thankful for having a household full of males. I love all of my boys to bits even when they drive me just a little insane. And having males around means that you never have to take the blame for farts - be they loud and proud or silent but deadly. (I think I may be lactose-intolerant)