Yay! It's Spend Time
With My Kids Weekend! Actually, It's
Spend Time With My Kids End of the Week and Spilling Into the Weekend. Yay!
Thursday evening my eldest, Financial Guy, comes by for
dinner and the Bruins game. We also play
along with Jeopardy on TV because the
hockey game doesn't start until 8:00 p.m.
We drink frozen strawberry margaritas. Ole!
Friday evening my daughter, the middle child and RN, comes
by. We eat dinner together and go
through her stuff in the basement in anticipation of next weekend when she and hubby move to New Hampshire. Very exciting!
Saturday I drive from a Newburyport thesis session to
Hooksett, NH, entirely on the back roads without touching route 101 once. I take youngest child, College Boy, to pick up
some much needed supplies (shaving cream, deodorant, and sunscreen
since the lacrosse season starts next Saturday) and out to eat at the
local Sal's Pizza.
I love my children, I truly do, but there are many parents
who totally understand what I am about to say: I love them even more when
they're away from me. Not far away. Close enough to visit frequently but far
enough away to get a decent night's sleep without listening up for them to come
home.
My youngest still lives here part time: summer and
Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks. His
lacrosse schedule prevents him from coming home and/or getting into trouble
during spring break. Part time is
good. He fails to understand, though,
how I can sleep soundly while he's at school, but when he's here I have the
weird need to make sure he gets home at night and is still breathing in the
morning. I try to explain that it's a
Mom Thing -- when he is under my roof, I'm still responsible.
I guess that means since I'm usually without kids here at
home, I've become irresponsible, and I suppose that's true. I sometimes stay up late, watch too much
HGTV, and often eat nachos for dinner. (Hey,
they have grains and dairy and veggies, right?)
For some odd reason I also eat a lot of sweet potatoes, which sounds
healthy and creepy all at the same time. When I run out of Cheez-Its, toilet paper,
milk, and patience, I've only myself to blame.
It has been a wonderful three days. Really.
I'm not even being sarcastic. But,
truth be told, I have a huge pile of homework and a lot of correcting to do. Since I indulged my mom mode for three days,
it's time to get back into teacher/grad student mode. I have pulled pork cooking in the crock pot
for Sunday dinner. Don't tell my
children, though. I don't want them to
get any ideas!
