The Mister was gone all this week–he gets back late Friday night–and I survived! I’m glad school is over in a few weeks. I’ll have the summer to get used to this new schedule. One thing I’ve realized the last three weeks of flying mostly solo is that having some freezer meals/crockpot meals ready is key. It’s too tempting when it’s just me and the boys to eat light or get take out. That’s fine when he was traveling a few times a quarter, but several times per month is a different story. Any tips?
On Monday I spent hours working on my book review post and it felt so good to finally get it done! I didn’t add the pictures I researched because sourcing them took more time than I was willing to commit. You can see them here in a pinterest board I created. I like to create pinterest boards for books that inspire me to fall down a rabbit hole of information. It works better for some books than others. Yes, I’m doing one for The Shoemaker’s Wife. You can see that one here. I’m just getting started and have barely touched locations, so don’t be expecting to find pictures of a strapping blonde Italian…yet.
Jacaranda season is in force around here. When it’s overcast around here, which is admittedly not often in May, even the air has a purpley hue. Everything is so pretty, which might surprise some people. A few months ago I mentioned on twitter that the Inland Empire is really pretty in the early spring because of all the flowers, plants, whatever. So this person replies something along the lines of, “Yeah, I bet that’s the only time you could ever say that.”
Guess what? Not the only time I got to say it. Here I am, end of May, and it’s still pretty. Sure, I get hit on the head constantly by falling jacaranda petals while I’m walking and it turns out bees love the petals all over the ground so there are days when I am quietly and calmly walking through bees, but it’s a pretty dangerous!
Nicholas is allergic to penicillin. GUESS HOW I FOUND OUT! I was in the emergency room with the boys–remember, husband out of town–at around 7am and as they are checking out Nico, Mikey says, “So, am I going to be late for school? Because I really don’t want to be late for school.”
After I was sure Nico was, you know, going to survive, I texted 4 parents from the school who were close to the hospital. They all responded almost immediately, but it was Jen, Emma’s mom, who got there within minutes to take His Royal Highness to school. Of course I’m happy Nico was fine, but I was also happy to know I am part of such a wonderful community of parents.
Mikey had his end of season baseball party, and the coach called him The Little Professor. This made me laugh because the teachers at school call him Professor (they also call him little old man) and so do a few of his friends. And, of course, he will always be my Professor Wentworth.
The Mister comes home for a few days (yay!) and I get to take Jen out for her birthday lunch. Then we’re going shopping at a local Catholic store. If we have any time left after that, we’ll probably hit some strip bars and place some bets at the track.
I’m finishing up The Shoemaker’s Wife and, if all goes as planned, conducting a thorough research of the back of my eyelids.
Have a great weekend, everyone!