I took the girls to the range last night. I still don't understand half of what goes on in a target practice. Mei is too small, and has zero interest, but CC was chomping at the bit to get in there. My girls are always so different.
I picked them up from school and took them to dinner at Wendy's as a treat. We never eat out and since I've watched my nutrition, I can't eat fast food (well, I can eat it, but feel horrible afterwards).
We were a few minutes late getting to the range, but I thought you just walked in. Oh, no. We had to wait and watch. I didn't want to be the pushy parent, so I set Mei up with her tablet in the other room and had CC watch through the glass. She was so good, waiting 45 minutes to shoot. Next week, we're getting there early.
Rifle teams aren't a big thing in my area, but I'm learning that they're HUGE in other parts of the country. West Virginia is the top, followed by Alaska. I think I could handle CC getting a full ride scholarship to WV and maybe Kentucky, but I can also see my girl hopping on a plane to Alaska. I know, it's so soon to think of these things, but I'm the lookout.
This morning, I had to explain taxes to CC. I'm gathering my information for our accountant now. CC now understands why I claim every donation!
I'm actually happy to go to my annual physical next week. Life is so much better now that my medication has kicked in. I'm thinking very clearly. I can get projects done. My 40 bags project rolls along. Hero has worked nights, or attended meetings this week, so I've simply dumped a draw filled with paperwork into a shopping bag, and sorted it at the office. My organization at work imrproved too.
It's hard to explain, but I'm just not as bogged down. I'm not overtly happy or high, just more mellow. I still have the same issues - money and time, time and money, but I can deal.
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