I have been trying very hard not to be on a blogging break. And failing. Desperately. Because school starts back for my two older children in two weeks. And suddenly I am trying to cram in summer's last hurrah between haircuts and trips to shop for clothes and shoes and three ring binders. And preparing my first 3-year-old choir lesson. And scheduling voice lessons and t-ball practices. And my brain is spinning like a top.
And I am planning a trip out of town for my anniversary next weekend. Which is to say that I have decided we are going out of town for our anniversary next weekend, but am still not certain where. But I am certain my mother-in-law is coming to stay here. In my house for the weekend. And sleep in my bed. And that means she must be able to find my bed amid the piles of clothes and books and craft supplies and shoes and toys-to-be-passed-down that currently surround it. And so I must clean.
And it is possible that when next Friday night comes The Man and I will get in the car and drive and still not know where we are going or staying. And that will be okay. Because the only voices in the car will be our own. And wherever we stay will not need to have a fridge for milk or a portable crib or a pullout sofa. We'll only need the one bed, thank you.
And the rest of it won't really matter.
But for now. I am defeated. Chaos reigns supreme.
I'll see you when I come up for air.