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My Life Thus Far
2016-10-10 04:34:52 (UTC)

Kitsap Rocks

I woke up sad. No particular reason. Yet another reminder that my hormones have a vice grip on me, and I totally said I was going to look into some natural therapies for that. I didn't. Which I guess means I'm not suffering enough, or I'd have found the time and determination to figure it out. Beyond one Google search on the benefits of evening primrose oil. Which are debatable and somewhat unsubstantiated.

After closing the past couple days, I felt like I hadn't seen my kids awake in forever. I was torn between the urge to venture out on my own and bask in the alone time I cherish so much, or spend time with my kids, which would be the responsible thing to do. Not only that, I really did want to be with them. I was just torn. I chose them. Because I always do.

One of their favorite things to do is walk the Clear Creek Trail from one end of Silverdale to the other. So, we did that. This time was a bit different, though. At some point over the summer someone started a game called Kitsap Rocks. I'm sure its catching on all over the place. People paint rocks with cute little designs, hide them in public places (parks, schools, stores, etc.) and if you find one you post it to social media, then rehide it for another person to find. We found a total of 6 over our 4 mile urban hike. They took their time finding new homes for the rocks, and gave the utmost consideration as to how inventive the hiding spots were, if they were too difficult/easy. I promised them that one of these days we'd paint our own rocks and hide them around Kitsap. Maybe at the Poulsbo Fish Park. Or Battle Point.

The house was quiet when we got home. Nobody was here. Dad and Annie went to the movies, Jason was at work, so the little ones and I got to spend even more time together. We made breakfast for dinner, lit a fire, and then scrolled Instagram looking at all the rocks other people have found and posted. It was nice... Then Annie and dad came home and for whatever reason, the kids got all riled up. Of course right before bedtime, and I got a little irritated. We'd had the calmest night and all of a sudden they got rowdy. They're asleep now, but my zen has passed. While I write this (in my sitting room, in front of the fire) dad is on the phone (speakerphone), and I'm distracted. Not the way I'd anticipated the night ending, but it's not the worst that could happen. I may just retire to my room and do some yoga before bed. I may even try to go to bed early! That probably won't happen, but I suppose I could try...




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