Life on the Runn...

The sign on my classroom door reads, “We can do hard things.” Wednesday  I did all the hard things. It was a hard, hard day!  I was awoken at 1:30am. Our sweet little girl wasn’t feeling well. I sat with her until she fell back asleep, and then I spent the rest of the night on her floor. I watched the rise-and-fall of her chest and jumped at each rustle of her rainbow sheets. I rested my hand against her forehead to monitor her temperature. I held her precious, little hand.  Then, my alarm sounded. I got up and got ready to spend my day with other people’s children.   Just before I left, H awoke and asked me, “Mama, can you please stay home with me?” I had to tell her no. I had lessons that couldn’t be executed by subs and wasn’t sure there were subs; there was an activity I promised I would help a college with; i scheduled a make-up work meeting with  student before school.  My heart broke.  I promised H I’d check in often as I  tucked her back into bed. And then E started to rustle,

While the time change (two hours) and the flight times were less than ideal, adventure and opportunity-seeking are our thing. Oh, and mountains. Mountains are our thing, too. So, we went west, all the way west, to Bend, OR for Spring Break.  I broke a bunch of  hard-and-fast AJ rules, including nonnegotiable bedtimes, pajama wearing in public, and all germ protocol. It was worth it!  We spent our week mostly outside: we hiked, skied, watched all the dogs on all the trails, and played on all the playgrounds. Thanks, Mom and Dad, for joining the travel junk show, for agreeing to add at least 15 minutes to any departure time, for entertaining the kids, for making memories with us.  High desert life is the good life. And time with my little squad, well, that is the  best !