My youngest son is done with camp. He went for two weeks. He loved it. He was busy and out of my hair from 9:30am until 3:30pm, Monday through Friday.
It was a win-win.
I got things done. (Not really but I made a sure-fired effort at pretending to get things done)
My mind reattached itself to my cranial cavity. Not really because my two oldest are home. And really? I never noticed how incredibly babyish and whiney two teenagers can get when they have nothing to do. Which, by the way, was completely THEIR choice. They rejected every offer of camp and military school that I threw out at them.
And he was running around like the animal he is. He even, for two weeks, went to bed at a semi-normal six year old time (except when my husband had poker because…well, we won’t get into that. I might lose my mind again)
To make matters WAY worse than worse. My husband is now, officially, home for the summer.
He’s a slave driver.
He’s made it clear that I’m “not allowed” to sit on my laptop all day, that there are things to do around the house.
I pretty much rolled my eyes at him and in my mind…I told him to fuck off. Like I always tell my children, you can say WHATEVER you want, in your head only. Not that it goes over so well. ANNND…it may or may not have exactly STAYED silently screaming in my mind. It might have come down through my sinuses and out my mouth. I don’t know. Remember, I told you my mind JUST reattached itself. We were just starting to get re-synched, jiving, working as one. At this juncture in the process, I can’t be held responsible for my own verbal diarrhea.
Next Thursday, hurry. I could use
a drunk-fest bonding time with my girlfriends.
On an altogether different plateau of thought…
My husband, when he actually was at work, up until today, booked a trip for us. Because, when I say he was at work, it doesn’t necessarily mean he was working hard. He headed the summer school. I’m not sure, exactly, what the summer school head people do besides book trips, scope out Craigslist for videographers and text their wives, which drives their wives up the wall. No, it’s cute. Really. *eye shift* (Have I mentioned that he has been reading my blog a lot because he is starting his own? Yes, and I think he might be stealing my posts. Don’t worry, I have my eyes glued on him. He thinks his blog is going to be better than mine. Ha!)
So where was I?
We are going to the wine country of Michigan. Did you know we had wine country? Nope, me either, until recently.
We have some shit kicking Rieslings here. We do. And I’m going to drink my weight in it. Also, there is some sort of cherry wine that I was told to try…so what the heck, I’ll try it. As long as there is alcohol content, I’m good to go.
And guess what? I don’t remember if I mentioned before but Ford is giving me a Lincoln MKT to test drive for a week, when I get back from Blogher.
And they gave me permission to drive it to Suttons Bay, Michigan…or wherever the heck we are staying. All I know is, there is wine and there is gambling. There are probably loose women too. Luckily, my husband is with one. It makes it all that much easier on him.
We won’t drink and drive. It’s not our car to crash.
When we get back, summer is almost over.
I need my schedule back. My me time. Not one single person in the house between the hours of rooster crowing and late afternoon.
I need to get back to complaining about winter and wishing for summer and impatiently waiting for Blogher ’11.
Ah, the carefree days of the school year, when I REALLY can productively get things done. When my creative juices flow and stories are bountiful.
So many interesting things going on during the school year. When I’m all alone. Inside my house. At the kitchen table. With my laptop. Alone. Hoping and worrying that no one sets a bomb off inside my kids school and my husband makes it to school during rush hour safely.
Yep, looking really forward to that.