It's been a minute, hasn't it? I'm not going to bother talking about what a crud show 2020 is...we've heard enough about it and literally nobody has escaped it. Instead, I'll share some of the good things (like 2 good things...maybe 3).
First good thing, the kids are still growing. I've managed to keep them fed and watered most days. I consider that a win. Mallory turned 12 last month. TWELVE. Another good thing - she doesn't have any gray hair yet. Yet.
Lydia turned 14 in June. It was pretty exciting. We did a whole bunch of not much. But a few days later we were able to squeeze in a trip to the Wisconsin Dells during the "quiet" period of COVID. You know, that minute between the end of days and the second end of days. It was a great trip and I'm pretty sure it saved our lives. At least for a week in June.
As far as me, I rode my bike a lot. Like, A LOT. One weekend I rode it 300 miles to raise a few buck for Make-A-Wish Michigan. It was fun, at times...painful, at times...and I'm pretty damn proud of it. It's nice to know my body isn't actually dust held together with remnants of old hopes and dreams.
The kids did remarkably well with remote learning. They did well with the three minutes they were actually in school this year, so that's good. Now we are back home, but with a lot less Boba tea supplies in the pantry.
My cat is still impossibly annoying. There is comfort in consistency.
So basically, we are still here analyzing things and making big plans to change all the stuff that's wrong in the world. If we are going to be stuck here, at least it can be productive. So I'll leave you with allll the photos of pretty fall colors and two pretty kick-ass daughters.
And if I have any advice to share (I don't, but if I did), it would be to not waste this time. Talk to each other. Commit to making things better than we left them. Our kids gave up a lot, but there is enormous opportunity to develop them in a much different way. Don't miss the chance.