Monday, September 30, 2013

Up, Up, And Away!

When we last left our heroine, she was up to her eyeballs in laundry (nothing new) and was ready to take off. She had an incredible time. So incredible that she is still trying to process all of it's...well....incredibleness. Sadly, time would not allow her to dwell on it and ended up getting rid of her spawn for a glorious weekend that went by waaay too fast.

I seriously wonder what is wrong with you empty-nesters. This peace and quiet and not having to shovel dishes out of the sink every flipping day is what you whine and complain about? Because why?!? I told my mom later that it was glorious and not something to dread as I was led to believe. She told me she feels the same way but wasn't going to clue me in on the fact that this is awesome because she didn't want to hurt my feelings that she really enjoyed the fact that my brother and I have moved out.

Well, okay then.

The guys all had their own weekend of incredibleness - at least the twins did. They are still processing what all God laid on their hearts. They got to go through another round of name that twin. Thankfully, neither one pulled the "hey, are you guys twins?" with a "nope, you're just seeing double." It has happened a few times. But they are maturing faster than a speeding bullet. As in I walked into the kitchen to discover Nicholas made himself half a pot of coffee and announced he liked it.

As if that boy needed any more get up and go juice.

I'm trying to convince Michael to try some. So far he is resisting. It's not like I like the stuff, but if it could get him to move faster than his morning crawl, than I am all for it and will buy all forms of coffee paraphernalia.

J made more money and this last weekend while his brothers and dad went out hiking, he conned me into taking him shopping to spend some of his money. I'm going to totally own up to the fact that I enjoyed dragging my feet to get to where HE wanted to go and then proceeded to whine and complain if he was done yet. He glared at me while I grinned back and pointed out just how annoying that was to hear....the entire time we were at the store.

Hey, don't give me that look. He totally sowed it, so I was helping him reap it. It was my thought that maybe it would break him from being a whining brat that he seems to still be doing. I swear he is 14 going on 12 verses the other 2 are 17 going on 25. And J has shot up a couple inches in just a couple months and his voice has lowered by a lot. It messes with my head. I thought he was Nicholas. As if 2 of them don't mess with my head already, we are now tossing the other one into the mix.

This ought to be interesting.

And by interesting, I mean I wonder if I'll still be able to form complete sentences.

I'm thinking our heroine needs some more time for life to slow down a bit for her to finish processing some stuff. Fingers crossed that the schedule for October won't be as crazy as the schedule was for September.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

I Did Mention September Was Booked Out, Right?

Because life apparently didn't get the memo. I feel like I'm walking around with a calendar and a list trying to keep everything straight. We haven't lost anyone or forgotten anything yet so that's progress, right?

School is going good....ish. The older 2, having done everything in previous years, has a ridiculously light load verses J is having to pay the piper with 8th grade stuff. He's not happy with a lot of it and doesn't like having to do everything every day. I said next year is high school and it's only going to get harder. He said I wasn't encouraging.

But he's been so busy that he's having to do a couple days work smushed into one day. Apparently, the dude is sort of a salesman. He says he just wants money and that he wouldn't pick this for a career. My dad said Jared is doing very well, takes care of the customer, and his only complaint about him is that he is hard to wake up in the morning. Gosh, I don't know where the child got that from. *cough, cough*

I did find it hilarious when my dad said that the girls were flocking to Jared and he just acted like they didn't exist. Dad said they made extra sales because the girls would drag their dads over to try the sauce while they batted their eye lashes at the clueless boy. Plus, the booth right next to theirs had three girls with their mom who was selling candles. My understanding is that the girls were really trying to get his attention, which just made him ignore them even more. Guess it was a viscous cycle. He said take two of Sissy and shove her into one and that's how spastic they were times three. Couldn't stop laughing.

Speaking of Sissy, she's on her way here now as it is girls weekend and we are off to Joyce Meyer's Women's Conference tomorrow. I should be packing but I'm waiting on the dryer. Right now the place is a mess and I'm leaving it all behind. Muwahaha!

I'll have the piper to pay when I get back because next weekend J will be selling BBQ sauce again and N and M will be off at a teens retreat with church. There will be lots of scrambling as everyone is going in different directions. But it sort of just dawned on me that next weekend I will be kid free! Not gonna lie, the giddiness is getting out of hand. I think there is something going on the weekend after that as well, but that's too far out for me to be concerned with at the moment. I'm sure I'll be panicking before too long but that is neither here nor there.


Monday, September 2, 2013

And So....

With a box of tissue in my hand, we are starting the twins' senior year. Not gonna lie, I've been all over the place emotionally. Frankly, I'm a bit concern that I'm still walking around singing "Akuna Mutata" rather than my usual "Lets Get Down To Business".

This can't be a good sign.

Normally, I'm all trying to get everyone geared up. Right now I'm suffering from epic fail. Fred - sensing that I wasn't on top of things has been trying to get me in the swing of it. And by swing, I mean he pulled out all the school stuff himself and after a few half-hearted grunts and finger points on my end, he figured out who got which books and made the schedule.

Personally, I feel like doing a victory lap right now. I'm not even across the finish line, but in my line of thinking, this is close enough. I told the guys they better have ambition for both of us because I got nothing going right now.

I'm hoping I'll get into the swing of things here. September just showed up and no joke, the month is already booked out. How did that happen?!? I feel like I should apologize to my two readers that I think I'm going to be a blubbering mess this year. I may try to keep it together, then again, when have I ever been able to do that?

Everything just feels so serial. I look at my boys - correction - men, and I'm humbled that we've made it this far and that they've turned out this good. I'm typing this while they are out practice driving with their dad. Jared just got back Saturday night after being gone for a few days. It's weird because everything has shifted. It's a new season with the guys and it will never be the way it used to be. Part of me is happy and part of me is sad.

We can all nod our heads and say, yes, time does go quick. But when you are standing real close to the finish line, you're brain is freaking out for everyone to just slow the heck down, for Pete's sake! I don't know who Pete is and why his sake is in peril, but why does Time have to kick it into overdrive? Especially when I was hoping for a nice leisure pace.

Going to go watch a movie. Not sure which one yet, but we're going to squeeze the last few hours of our summer before facing the next chapter. Wonder if I can sneak in a girly movie so no one will question why I'm sobbing like an idiot? Probably not. But worth a shot.