This is the part of the summer when I have musical children. Not that they’ve started any lessons, but that every time I turn around, a different one is missing. Skater went to camp 10 days before Big Girl. Then she went, but came home sick last weekend and I returned her last Sunday.
Less than a day after I left my youngest, Bulldog, with his Bubbe – driving down the same Sunday that we drove Big Girl an hour north back to camp – to have a week with her I had to pick up Skater (who hasn’t skated much lately) at camp. Camp doesn’t officically end till the 16th, but he wants to play Pop Warner football again and practices already started last week. So he came home, had lunch, vegetated in front of a movie (albeit a classic: The Outsiders), and went to sweat for two hours. Football practice from six to eight every evening just kills me. I am still not a good sports mom.
Next Sunday (or Monday) we’ll bring home Bulldog and then Thursday Big Girl comes home. Then all my chickens will be back in the nest. And all will be hearts and flowers again among the siblings – for about 24-48 hours.