I woke about 3am and just could not get back to sleep, which I credit to the menopause hormones. But since I was awake, might as well be productive. So I drank a pot of coffee, paid some on-line bills, checked to see if anyone had read my blog since I last posted and made up a menu for the week. So when 8am rolled around, I was ready to go shopping. But middle son’s track schedule said the time of the meet was TBA, and I had not gotten word of the departure time, so I woke him and found out the bus was leaving from the school at 12:45pm.
Back to sleep, dear son. I was off to Target and Shop N Save for stuff on The List. Then home again to pick up youngest son for his photo shoot for his free 8 x 10, courtesy of the orthodontist. And true to form for my kids….he was clean, but his shirt was a wrinkled mess. Picture taken, I dropped him at home and went on to the main grocery shop at Aldi, spent $80 and got groceries for the week.
Beloved daughter was awake by this point and we conferred about her plans for the day. She is off to assist a friend with a photo shoot for photography class, home for a couple hours and then off to Film Club this evening.
Middle son, also awake, had lunch with us: fresh sweet corn and grilled cheese sandwiches. Then to school for his bus trip to an indoor track meet. Here he is at state last year:
Youngest son and I went shopping: tennis shoes, white dress shirt for musical performances, shorts, drum sticks. And one last grocery store on the way back to home. I got some gas for the lawn mower, and gave him a lesson in how it functions. Then he mowed and raked the yard
while I weeded the onion grass out of the phlox
I started a pot of vegetable and beef soup and while it simmered, beloved daughter and I started work on her Duck Tape Prom dress. I do not have photos today, but will when it is done. She was off to film club while youngest son and I ate soup for dinner. Then I drove him to a party at the Black Sheep Cafe (a non-alcoholic serving band venue) and I type this up for you all as I wait for beloved daughter to return, beloved middle son to call wanting a ride home from the track meet and beloved youngest son needing a ride between the party and going to see The Hunger Games with some other friends.
It will be a late night and I do not mind. One of the best lessons my beloved first son taught me is that this crazy-busy time is all too brief. In a couple of years, I will have plenty of time to myself: to nap, to pursue hobbies, to work ovetime if I like.
They will be grown and gone…and damn, they are a lot of fun while they are here.