This week is dragging! Son #1 is at Boy Scout Camp two states away with Dear Hubby. Of course I miss them terribly, but I also miss Steve. For those of you new to my blog, Steve is my minivan - the 'mom mobile' that we bought last week and which Dear Hubby drove to camp.
You see, sons #2&3 bicker a lot. That's part of the reason time is passing slowly. The constant refereeing is getting old and therefore, we don't go many places. That's also where Steve comes in. In Steve, although Sons #2&3 may still "push each other's buttons", the truth is, they's some physical distance between them. Son #3 sits in the middle row, while Sons #1&2 sit in the back row. With Steve gone, I'm driving Dear Hubby's Taurus, so the two younger boys are right next to each other (and right behind my ear, it seems).
Another reason this week is dragging is that without Dear Hubby coming home after work in the late afternoon/early evening, there's no "break" in the day. It's pretty much the same old, same old from morning until bedtime...
Tomorrow is Son #1's 11th birthday. I can't believe he'll be away on his birthday, but at least Dad will be there. I wonder if they'll do anything special to mark the occasion. They come home Saturday evening.