Although the first week of summer vacation is almost over, we haven’t slowed down to enjoy it as much as I would like. We have one final event–Mikey’s 8th birthday party, a slumber party–on the 23rd. The rest of the summer is three family birthdays, music camp, and swim camp. Even I can handle a future like that. But first, the present. Actually, the past week. Here are some of the things that made me happy.
:: On Saturday I went back to eating in a healthy and sane manner. I feel so much better, although I do get cranky if I let my meals get behind an hour or two. Skipping meals is my signature. Funny how that lack of self-care isn’t as tolerated when you don’t allow yourself to graze all day.
:: Sunday was an opportunity to see my brothers, as you know. It’s so wonderful to see how much my boys love their cousin, and how the feeling is mutual.
:: You know what I did on Monday and Tuesday? I had a friend and her children over for a play date/help me finish this damn album editing session. My house wasn’t perfect. In fact, it was a quite cluttered. She is a known perfectionist with an immaculate home. Sorry, a known perfectionist with an immaculate home who happens to be architectural historian. No pressure! But here’s the thing. I’m trying really hard to get over my anxiety over the “not perfect in my head” condition of my home. I want the boys to enjoy having people over, and I want them to have fun with their friends. I would be perfectly content to stay inside all day reading. Screw people! The boys, though, are social butterflies who love showing their friends their toys, rooms, dog dishes, the Kleenex box that has squares like Elmer the Elephant…you name it. So I had people over when the house was messy and we were out of toilet paper. I overheard Mikey ask his friend, “Are you have a good time? Because I think this is the best day of my life.” Sniff.
:: There was a package on our doorstep on Wednesday, which I ignored. I thought it was for the Mister, who gets packages every day. Wrong! It was a package for yours truly, and inside were my book club picks for July and August.
:: Thursday was dance recital for two of my three nieces. I think they tore up the stage, of course. I planned ahead and brought my dinner in a cooler, which I snarffled down like a Saint Bernard during intermission (dance recitals are four hours long, easy). I made a broccoli coleslaw and added simple turkey sandwich meat, which I tore apart with my fingers outside the high school auditorium. It was the best salad of my life. I said as much to the Mister, and he asked me if it tasted so good because I was starving. Who the hell cares, I said in between enormous bites. He laughed and said I had a point.
:: I’m going to take the choir album I nearly lost my mind over to my friend’s house today, Friday. It was on my doorstep last night when we got home from the recital. You guys, it looks so good. It made the Mister tear up, and I’m actually pleased with the way it turned out. I can’t wait to pretend to be modest about the whole thing on Monday at our choir party. Perhaps I’m being rash, but I just might have a little scrapbooker in me after all!
This weekend is Father’s Day. I think the Mister is playing golf with his brother. My dad wants to take the boys to see Madagascar 3. If I go to bed at a decent hour tomorrow, I might work up the energy to clean our back porch. It’s frightening.