Eisley slept for five hours and twenty minutes last night, then for two and a half hours. Woo! I look forward to the days where I don't have to wake up in the middle of the night or numerous times throughout the morning.
I taught Zumba today. I set up my playlist yesterday and reviewed a couple routines that I couldn't quite remember. However, I realized I hadn't prepared my warm-up, which wasn't too bad, but on my way, I realized I'd completely forgotten to review a routine that was on my playlist. I listened to it twice on the way and remembered most of it, but had to make something up for one part that I couldn't think of for the life of me.
The class went well. Everyone got a good workout and they seemed to really enjoy it. It seemed to be more of an actual work out than Sabrina's classes. I know I burned 898 calories in an hour and forty-five minutes (15 min prior, Zumba, then the 30 minutes after), whereas I usually burn half that on Sabrina's days. Hopefully, I'll get to teach more often.
The rest of the day I spent trying to nap -- unsuccessfully -- and trying to put all my contacts back into my phone. I just realized that I forgot Billy, Jason, and James. I didn't keep my texts from them, so I forgot they were in my contacts. I wonder who else I forgot... I do know I'm missing some businesses and all my Skipcha peeps.
I've learned to back up my phone to my computer BEFORE I update it. Plus, I learned that I need to back up everything on it, not just some stuff.
Tomorrow my dad will be gone for 8-10 hours doing his re-certification for his CHL or whatever the correct terms are. I'll be all on my own and kinda bored. Hopefully, I'll get to chat with Ty some. Today we didn't get to chat much. Though he did say that his paternal great grandmother passed away, which is sad. What's even more sad is that his grandparents don't fully understand that his inability to come home is beyond his control. If he could come home for family events, he'd have been here for Eisley's birth. He would be here for the funeral. He would be here for my surgery. However, he can't and it's not up to him.
I get so mad when anyone makes him feel bad or, in this case, worse. I want to protect him. He's not used to disappointment or sadness and I want to shield him from that. I want to tell people to back off or use their noggins. I don't care the circumstances -- don't make Tyler feel bad! I told him that it's beyond him and what's important is that he knows he'd be there if he could.
I think we are going to need to start a funeral fund.
My family feels that honoring memories and being sad is enough. We strongly believe that unless you are in close proximity, or it's an immediate family member, then you shouldn't worry about going to the funeral.
Tyler's family does not feel that way. They give the impression (to me) that you need to go to the funeral of anyone to whom you are related. It makes it harder when family members procreate young and have many children. A huge family means there are a lot of people to die and unfortunately, they all live in Colorado. That's not close. Driving would be costly and flying is obviously costly. Assuming the cost of airfare continues to rise, we should estimate $200-400 per trip on average. That could rival the cost of Eisley's college when added up.
It's not to say that family isn't important or that death isn't terribly sad and heartbreaking. However, it is something I'll have to remember to discuss with Tyler next year. There must be compromise. We can't afford to have all three of us go to Colorado yearly, on top of hunting, and trips to visit family. We will have to sit down and literally write out our budget and how much we spend and how much we -- he -- make(s).
Luckily, I have lots of time to figure out how to word it all because I don't want to make him defensive by just saying what's on my mind. I just have to decide how to say it, remember to talk about it, and decide when is the right time... How long after deployment do I wait and what other obstacles do I need to consider?
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