I never knew how nice it was to have another girl in the house until I dropped my daughter off at the airport and came home to not 1, but 3 boys. Sure I’ve spent a couple days without her in the house. But she doesn’t come home from Disney until next Thursday.
(Searches for panic button).
Okay, so maybe I’m not exactly panicking, but I sure do miss her. We like to talk books and writing and music. I treasure our conversations and love that we share common interest. Especially with the teen years looming on the horizon. In some ways, I hope these common interests will narrow the gap when she gets into the TEENDOM. (Yes, this is a real place. It’s between: I Know Everything Because I’m Ten and Will You Fill Out My Collage Apps Because I’m So Busy And Tired Reality Check.)
On the other hand, I love that she’s experiencing something new. Quite frankly, we tend to visit museums, not theme parks. So this is a fun opportunity for her. And she’s called at least twice a day since she’s left. <– without prompting. Yay! And when she gets back we’ll have a blast making trips to the library.
Because I never get enough of hearing her say:
We counted the days together until she left. And now I count the days until she comes home again.
Six days of car talk, video games, ball, wrestling…Don’t get me wrong, I can change oil in the vehicles with the best of them. I love the guys, but that doesn’t mean I want to be one of them. They’re even talking about the ‘man camp’. Save me!
Seriously, I hope she has a blast and comes back with lots of great stories to tell. Because, if there is one thing her and I love, it’s a great story.
Really, I’m not. But I’ve a daughter who has needs. It’s true. When she needs something I find the mall is cheaper, faster, easier…er…funner? <–hmmm. Anyway, $3 shirts, $5 shorts. Step aside Walmart. Helloooo: Kholes, Sears, and Old Navy…Of course she talks me into Aero too.
Believe me when I say, I have no draw to large crowds or BIG shopping centers. I love stormy afternoons, inside alone with a cozy sweater, mug of hot cocoa, and a good story to read or write. So when my skinny-minny baby girl needs shorts, shirts, sandals and shoes, I have but little other choice than to leave my haven. And I’ll say this now, the outings take ALL DAY. Her proportions make looking for a needle in the haystack look easy–if it’s good in length, it’s falling off her waist. She’s 11 and grew out of yet another pair of shoes. Really, she may hate me for saying so, but the girls feet are nearly as big as mine, but then she’s nearly as tall as I am too. My goal was to find her the cheapest, ‘coolest pair of shoes’ that she can grow out of next. (I did btw, $39 shoes for $9.99). I’m one happy mama.
Well, this little outing of ours turned out fantastic. Even after I realized all of the husbands outdoor-working-in-the-pole barn-work-jeans stained a bunch of my clothes when I washed them together. So mama got 2 pairs of jeans and a couple tank tops to boot. (Buy 1 get 1 free: $2.50 a piece). Can you tell I love a good deal. Ha!
The best deal of all was a day out with my little girl, who I’ve discovered is not so little. And we were both happy to get away from a house overrun with boys for a while. We’re outnumbered and devised a plan of escape…more girly outings. 😉
So what happens when you try and run a writers blog/website, belong to multiple critique groups where others count on you, have a sister whose finished a book and needs you as much as you need her, your kiddo’s and husband all home, and you’re sick to boot…
…well, miss blogging of course.
What a hectic, hectic month. Thank goodness life is coming back to me slowly, and feeling under the weather has melted away like the Michigan snow. With the sun finally shining the ‘blogging Gods’ are smiling down. lol. Okay, so maybe not smiling, but definitely in better health.
The past month has been crazy to say the least, and now I’m on cloud nine and floating in the heavens over a new story I’m delving into. It’s what I hope will get me ‘there’ in this world of ‘I wanna be a published author’. So here comes the crazy late night writing marathons and the writing while cooking dinner, folding laundry-a-thon’s. Can’t wait.
It’s so good to be back…at least I think I’m back, still waiting for the ‘husband’s job picking up god’. I’m gonna start praying, for that and rain after I post this post. 😉