I like these guys. They're as good company as they are good looking. And we had a wonderful and wild summer. So wild and wonderful that not only did I not blog about our summer, I also took not one photo with my Nikon. As I flipped back through the files to download these, there were pictures of Ian's Kindergarten graduation . . . and then these. Awesome. Thank the stars and heavens for iphone photography, yes? Never fear--I've had to download my phone three times this summer so there exists evidence of adventure.
So I sent my babies off to school. All day school. For both of them. Leaving me quite alone. All day long. For almost seven hours. It should be a good thing, right? Right? And it probably will be. I've been putting together a punch list for months--all the projects that I certainly wanted to do, but that couldn't possibly rank above summer boy time.
I had full intentions of getting right to it. In fact, I did the math--six and a half hours a day for four days that first week would be 26 solitary hours and I would probably be all the way through my list by sometime Friday morning.
And then I spent the first three weeks crying. Or looking at baby pictures and crying. Or cleaning up their rooms and crying. And when I wasn't crying, I was wandering around the house trying to determine my new purpose in life, now that my old purpose had been significantly downgraded. And then I'd cry a little more.
But I think I'm past the worst of it. For today. And I'm starting to get things accomplished--house is cleaned, dinner is going, quilt fabric is standing by. And as soon as I decide what this next stage is going to mean for me, I'm going to just kill it, I'm sure.
In the mean time, I wait for these two characters to come home from school, so that I can feed them and drive them around to practices and games and the library. So far, they like to come home and crash, reading books and drawing pictures of football players, rather than heading out to meet up with friends. I push a little--the weather is so nice--but not real hard. Truth be told, I don't mind one bit. You know, because I like these guys.