1. I love my house and my neighborhood. I’ve lived here for a long time and it is definitely home. I love having the city nearby with all its opportunities. But every summer after I spend two weeks with my parents, I LONG to move to the midwest. I’d love to live an easy drive to my parents. I hate living so far away from family. And I get house envy every time ’cause we could afford so much more out there. I know moving isn’t an option (I made that choice 16 years ago when I married a southern boy LOL), but the first few days back are always rough.
2. We live quite near a major airport, so when the boys and I got off the plane, I called Beer Geek to pick us up. He said he was on his way. A few minutes later, he called me back to tell me my car wouldn’t start and he was picking us up in the other car. Then he called me five minutes later to tell me there was a big accident, so he was stuck in major traffic. Needless to say, by the time he got to us, I was kind of cranky. Trying to keep two boys who’d been cooped up way too long from doing something stupid while waiting outside at a major airport is almost definitely one of the circles of hell. (AAA jumped my Pilot. Fingers crossed it starts again today.)
3. One of the reasons we came back with nearly three weeks left until school is that Jones is getting his tonsils removed on Friday. Obviously, I’m a little worried about the surgery. I know it’s a frequent, fairly standard deal, but a mom always worries. But to be honest, I’m really more stressed about the days after. To say Jones doesn’t deal well with pain is a major understatement. Plus, we have to be pretty much homebound for the first week afterwards. A whiny Jones + a bored Shoo = close to 100% chance I’m gonna be ready to ship them off to boarding school soon.
I’m putting on my big girl panties and getting us back on track. I have groceries to buy and bags to unpack. And if I survive the next few days, I may just do a 400th!!! follower giveaway!