I got an opportunity to go swimming to day, which would have been sort of cool, except, hello, it was OCTOBER! I went anyway, but the miserable heat this late in the year is worrying–I mean, yes, we know global warming exists, but there’s nothing like having our noses rubbed in it, right?
The big kids BOTH have homecoming dances at two different schools on Saturday–this makes for much hilarity in the taxi front, especially as Chicken has not just Homecoming (with a capital H) she has a DAY scheduled as well. I remember days like this from when I was a kid–you try to do as much as humanly possible, and get frustrated when the days just do not expand as they must. She is going to wake up in the morning, go take the PSAT, then go to a soccer game, and then go to the Homecoming dance. (Squish and Zoomboy have a birthday party that day as well!) and then… and then…
This is Mate and I, doing what we do best–tag team parenting. On the one hand, these are frantic, wonderful days, and on the other… yes. I am well aware that they do not last and I should enjoy the whirlwind with all my heart. I do. I am. I fell asleep on the couch tonight with Squish in my arms, and when the silk of her hair brushed my chin, I just wanted to hold her tighter. There won’t be many more days for this–I want to hold them to my heart. Chicken and Big T went and got clothes for their dance tonight with my dad, and he said, “You must take pictures!” and I thought, “ABSOLUTELY.” I want pictures of this “day” for my children. They are very nearly grown.
*whew* And Sunday is a whole other mess.
Think of how you'll be able to rearrange after the storm blows through. And you'll probably find, it's only superficial damage, nothing major.
Hope Chicken and Big T have great days.
I know about hammers falling, so I hope it's easy, as hammers go. Let me know if it's the type of hammer that I can help with:(
Do you have cancer? Does Mate have a tramp on the side? Are you getting fired? What can we do to help? Hugs and prayers, darling girl.
When the storm rattles the windows, start singing. It will comfort you and shame the storm!
I remember Homecoming. I never went to the dance. In those days (way back when), girls had to wait to be asked and no one asked me. I had many male friends but no boyfriend. Sigh. Bittersweet memories.
You have a good strong umbrella (I believe you call him "Mate") there to aid you in facing any storm. My money is on you, sweets.
Heat? We got no heat here – it is 3 Celsius and lightly snowing! – some of it is sticking on the ground. It will be gone soon (I hope) but for now it is here
*hugs*
Hope the kids have great parties and dances!
I love the idea of Mate as an umbrella in the storm!
Much wisdom and life experience in this little group to draw on if you need it (and always hugs, virtual or otherwise)