Sunday, July 19, 2015

Empty Nest Preview

For the love of all that is holy, I cannot handle all of the peace and quiet around this place! I never in a million years thought I'd say that while my children were home but goodnight! They'd better hurry up and get home!

Coach and J headed to a basketball tournament. Due to things I needed to get done for the upcoming chaos of 2 more tournaments and the start of school, as well as a plea from the little guy to spend time with him, I opted to stay home. Day 2 the little man ditched me... At least he did come back with the niece and nephew for a few hours. They ran around, loudly proclaiming their everlasting presence in my house. And then they went to Nana's. Womp-womp.

So what is a bored mama to do in her lonely quiet time? I did my normal workouts, cleaned a closet, deadheaded flowers, pulled some weeds, read 2 books, watched a disturbing Liv Tyler movie from the 90's, did the laundry, talked to friends, made plans for next week, ate leftovers, went shopping, painted all of the exterior door frames, attempted to clean the sidewalk so I could re-seal it (it rained), painted a kitchen accent wall, swept, went to bed late, slept in until 7, took a bath, and sat at the lake for a few hours. Yep. That pretty much sums it up. I didn't get one single lesson planned. I did, however, attempt to work in my classroom but they waxed the hallway outside my room so I was forced to rethink my plan.

It sounds crazy but I feel like nothing got done. There are still piles of stuff sitting about. I haven't dusted. Dishes clean but sitting in the dish rack. Mail is piled in the same terrible pile. Workout equipment strewn about in my little corner of the living room, and the yard needs mowed (again). I'm not at all looking forward to starting school again, but I am looking forward to a routine.

So anyway back to my topic... I decided I am in no way, shape or form ready for the boys to grow up, go to college and be adults.  Nope. Can't handle the thought of it. I want no part of it. Yes, they are sometimes crabby and cross, I don't care. I'm keeping them and that's final. End of discussion.

Here's to the last 2 weeks of freedom before high school and middle school realities set in! {Sigh}

Thursday, July 16, 2015

What's Stopping You?

We didn't have a lot when I was growing up but I don't remember ever going without anything. We had enough. Life was good and my childhood was happy and carefree. I had some pets, 40 acres of land around the house as my playground, awesome grandparents, a sand pile & garden hose, and lots of freedom to explore, build and imagine. I could ride my bike the 2 miles to town, grab a library book and a candy bar, play at the school playground with friends and ride home when I was done. I'd never dream of letting my kids do that now. Times and towns are so different and may be a tad bit protective of my kids.

There is no denying I'm a Daddy's Girl. I got a good one. He's kind, thoughtful and good at so many handy things. He's devout in his faith and made sure that my brother, sister and I all had the best opportunities to learn and explore faith as well. The lessons he's taught go well beyond any classroom I've been in. He taught me the value of working hard to achieve a goal; to pay my bills on time; balance my checkbook; take care of my car (anyone who knows him or has seen his truck knows the irony in this statement); to travel every time I have the chance; the value of education- there's no limit to learning; the best beer is a bottle pulled from a icy cooler on a hot summer day; Euchre is the best card game on the planet when you're winning. The biggest lesson he's taught has been not letting fear stop me from doing things. His famous line when I go to him for advice about an idea is "What's stopping you?" It always stops me in my tracks. I know it's coming. I can hear him say it in my mind when contemplating something. But he's the one I can talk to rationally, without judgement and questioning what I'm thinking. The sounding board and rock I depend on so often. He's my guy.



Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Days Go By

Keith Urban captured it perfectly in his song Days Go By: "And days go by/ I can feel them flying/ like a hand out the window in the wind". July is half over and what do I have to show for it? Not much of anything. I have yet to really clean my house or paint the first door frame. There are still so many things to get done before I go back to work in a few weeks!

You know what I can say I'm proud of this summer? I've watched my boys play ball all summer long. I can now finally watch and play with them in our backyard. Finally! We've worked out together. We've enjoyed family outings unlike past summers. They explore, chore and play ball, not necessarily in that order. I'm here to help do chores or run them around to various activities. Sometimes we simply sit and play cards, listen to music or watch The Office on Netflix. I love the noise, the giggles, the bouncing basketballs, even the driving lessons (eek). All of it.

They will be off to college and adult lives all too soon. I choose to cherish this time with them while I have it. I know it will be gone in the blink of an eye.