I"m stepping up my walking efforts, and now get 5-8K steps in every day without too much extra effort, so that's good news.
I'm finding a rhythm of sorts around creating a home life while mon mari est parti. It's not the same dance as when he's home, but we're making it work. We eat leftovers while watching the news, we take turns walking the dog (me in the morning, my son in the afternoon) we focus heavily on homework and are both in bed by ten. The house is a wreck, and laundry is piling up, but we're OK with that . . . .
Now the next trick is figuring out how to move back and forth between the two modes of living. When mon mari est a la maison, we have to move back to the old dance, and sometimes that's turning out to be hard. Clearly there is still work to be done on this front. He wants us to come to him this weekend (dog and all) to go to an opening in DC. While it would be fun, I would miss Chinese class, we would miss our laundry and grocery shopping day, and my son would miss his ACT prep day at school.
And yet, we just might do it anyway. It would be fun.
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