I guess there are certain times that can be called “Turning Points.” We seem to be at one of those right now. For years and years, Mike and I spent our time trying to stay one step ahead of the kids (while they were dismantling beds, unhooking water filters, climbing out windows at nap time and on and on). And, suddenly (OK, not suddenly, but whew! that went fast) we are parents of kids that cook, drive, and operate power tools. It’s crazy. It’s scary and it’s something we over which have very little control.
On Saturday, Mike and the older boys spent the day building bookshelves (for me!!). I ran errands in the morning and then took Andy to a birthday party in the afternoon. Andy and I had a great time together. We got stuck in accident traffic on the way to the party and we listened to more of The Thief Lord and stopped the tape several times to talk about things. The party itself was great and Andy is convinced that he’s a gymnast deep-down in his soul. (His size 5 1/2 feet and long legs tell me he might be leaning to the wrong sport lol)
When we arrived home, we found Mike napping on the couch and the “bigs” finishing up my bookshelves. Mike had written out dimensions and given them some general instructions and he went off to nap. The kids built the shelves on their own. Aren’t they awesome? (The kids and the shelves!) I’ll paint them this week.
Mike, who is generally NOT a napper, woke up refreshed. He and I actually went out last night. It’s so weird to have to leave your own house to have a real conversation, but it’s great to get out and know everyone is OK at home too. And, to be perfectly honest, it’s just good to leave the house. It’s so easy to just sit home all the time – at least for us. We had such a fun night. The kids had a fun night too – dumb movie, multi-flavored hot chocolates, and no parents. Talk about a happy family on Sunday morning!
In the meantime, it’s a weird place to be as a mom, as a blogging mom and just as a person. I kind of feel like I’m shopping for shoes but I don’t know what kind of shoes I want or need. I certainly don’t know what color I’m looking for. Be patient, I’ll figure it out.
In the meantime, Andy was peppering me with questions about my life when I was nine while we were in the car the other day. Jacks? Schoolhouse Rock? Playgrounds over cement? Nancy Drew? Sledding, riding bikes, skating – without a helmet? Climbing really, really high into trees? What were you doing when you were 9-10 years old?