Why did I start reading Harry Potter? Why did I start scrap booking my son's mission pictures? Why did I start purging my house a week before my son returns from his mission.What am I, nuts?
I must have 4 inches of scrap book, as in it's 4 inches deep, maybe 6. It's still not done. I want to show my son what a diligent ma I am, ha ha! That would be me, waiting until the last minute, to chronicle the best two years of his life.
The Harry Potter thing started at the beach..I read 1 through 4. Then vacation was over, and I spent many a sleepless night reading number 5. Why did I need to lose sleep reading about a moody teenager, when I live with about 3 right now? Well, they don't have magical powers and the only person who's name is not uttered is Elder K's ex-girlfriend. Ha, I spelled it girl"fiend"...Freudian slip. Ma bad. Anyway, I am now on #6 and trying to be moderate with it, as in reading before, not after midnight. Well, I started two days ago, and have only blown it once, so I think I have got this moderation thing licked.
The purge. That is what my DH likes to do right before we have any change in our lives. Like Elder K coming home. Who cares that he has probably lived like a pig for the last two years, let's gut every room in the house, at the same time. So when your kids purge their rooms, guess where the purged items end up? Yes, in the hallway. So why can't I do this one room at a time? Because I am a wienie and knowing my loathing of de-cluttering, bow down to the Man, and begin filling endless bags with flotsam and jetsam. I have always wanted to use that term, but it wasn't as satisfying as I thought it'd be. Probably because I'm not finished. The youngest sons' room, the armpit of the house, and the dining room, are the last stand. I do not even think I will attempt the office, which is the convenient catchall for all the junk I don't want to deal with. So it's only two rooms, the office will stay locked. I have the key. Now onto the backyard to plant a few last minute flowers in preparation for...
the farewell luau we are throwing for the next Elder K, who leaves in a couple of weeks. I can only hope the weather will come down out of the 100's with accompanying high humidity. Who wouldn't want to come and eat Hawaiian pulled pork, and sweat?
Anyway, my first born son returns in a couple of days, and I couldn't be happier...unless I could read Harry Potter until about 3:00am....
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So happy for you!!!
So are you doing the balloons, posters and receiving line at the airport???? Are you doing the Welcome home sign sprawled over the front of your house??? Has he requested his first meal yet???? You also have to do the last meal request…Must be crazy emotions …welcoming one home and seeing the other leave the nest…
Darn, I know what you mean about loving to read all night…I hate putting down a good book…I have to keep reminding my self…you have a real family… and a real life…move away from the book…I know I have crossed the line when I think of my family as “interruptions” instead of dear loved ones….
Hope the weather cooperates..A southern luau…does that include poi or grits???? Have fun!
Since he is our first, and I am a convert, I have no idea what most people do at the airport to welcome home the RM. What have you done for yours? We don't know what the first meal request will be, but Sunday I will make gnocchi, which is his favorite. It's a pain to make, so we won't be doing that when he gets home, which will be around midnight.My other son's last meal request hasn't been made either. I'm sure it will involve ribs or a burger of some sort. We are taking him to the MTC, so maybe we'll find a great place in SL to have that last meal.
True about neglecting the family to satisfy my own needs..ie getting all the Harry Potter books read ASAP. I felt that way about posting so much on MC, and have officially scaled that back 900%.
We actually have members here that are Hawaiian and they have a catering business, so we are using them. No poi or grits, but the best potato salad you have ever eaten.
Put your shoulder to the wheel and purge away Mah! Is She who not be named married yet? If not, then you're not completley out of the Forbidden Forest. Let me know, I'll hop on my swiffer and fly out for a witch hunt or alien abduction, whichever you have the time for. ;0)
You will be a crying fool when Elder K comes and Elder K leaves. HUGS to you!
Indeed, we are not out of the forbidden forest until the witch jumps the broomstick, which will be in four months. He will be going over there to pick up some stuff he left with her too! Although there is a diamond on the finger and a registry that is registered...I cannot dance until the fat lady sings. Oh, that would be ME!
He has increased in wisdom and knowledge, so one can only hope he has also gotten better taste too.
Your house sounds like our crazy house! I have a BIL coming home next week and one that goes to the MTC in September, plus a hormonal SIL about to burst with child, and DH and I are moving the day before the BIL's homecoming...oh what a wonderful life we weave!
I think the craziest times are sometimes the happiest!
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