They wanted to come home with me for a sleepover, so we all had a nice dinner together and then Norah and Camille and I got home about 8 and pretty much headed right to bed. We had to get moving right away this morning in order to get to Charlotte’s swim meet on time. She competed in three events, got a fifth place for the 100 meter breast stroke but was exhausted when it came time for the 200 meter backstroke, just 15 minutes later and placed last. She had such a sad and defeated look on her face and was crying when she came up the stairs and that made me just want to cry too. I guess that’s just a hard part of life when you have to learn to accept your failures along with your wins.
Joey and I got nice outdoor walks in the last two days and boy does that feel good.