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.
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I don't seem to ever have breaks in my day. My life is one Looooooonnnnngggg day. I don't do too much of anything, so I just float around. Hm..I probably should go do more stuff!
I know what you mean! Usually though I have the period of time "pre-DH" (while he's at work and it's just me and the boys) and "post-DH" (after he arrives home from work and I get a little break b/c the kids start pestering him for stuff instead of constantly coming to me). ha ha! No such 'break' this week.
Hey-happy happy birthday son #2 !!
Glad your family will be back on Sat.
Sorry you will miss the wonderful shin dig I get to go to.
Happy birthday to the boy. I hope he has a great day. I hear you on the bickering and they don't get much better as they get older.
thanks, all! I can't believe I'm the mother of an 11 year old! It just doesn't seem possible. Never mind the fact that I got off to a somewhat late start...
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