The movers arrive in 10 days. T-e-n. TEN DAYS PEOPLE! My house is beginning to look like a place where unwanted things go to die, but I know we have lightened the load and weeded out a bunch of
Oh, and of those ten days, I will be out of commission for two. Because of the #1 thing happening this month - Middle goes to camp. Tomorrow. Six hours away by car and momma is driving him. Now, the rather selfish part of me loves this arrangement because it means a night, possibly alone (Oldest may want to tag along, but he has not made up his mind yet. I keep telling him that it is OK if he does not want to go.. really.. I'll be OK... no pressure....) but I am also aware of what needs to be done before June 21st when we turn over the keys.
Middle went to camp for the first time last summer. He was 8. He got a little teary when I left (as opposed to me who was
But I also wonder... at least for me, whenever there is something huge that I am excited about, be it a party, a visit, a vacation, when it at last gets here, and then it is over, the let down is huge. I spend so much time, so much energy looking forward to IT, and then poof! It's over. How will he be when it is Next Saturday, and he is here, back home, amid the mess and chaos of a home between houses? When all I can do is think 'this box here, that box there.." He is going to be sad, and missing camp, and in the middle of moving hell.
But again, this is Middle.. and he is without question my 'roll with it' kid. Unflappable. Constant. Maybe I need to learn from him, and figure out how to be just slightly unflappable in the middle of all this stuff.