My husband returned late last night from a trip to Beijing, China. He was gone almost two weeks and while he was gone my sister came for a visit. (I took her to Disneyland for her first-ever visit.) And while my sister was visiting, my 14-year old son had a school banquet, final exams, his last lacrosse game and eighth grade promotion. My daughter had a cold and then she finished up her school-year as well. I have never been so happy to see a school-year end. No more late-night sandwich-making or early mornings or panicked hurried Science and History lessons.
Now we are belly-flopping right into summer, ready or not. I am determined to use my vacation time this year. I tend not to use it all, which is silly. So this will be the summer of half-days in which I take off half the day and only work my night shift. You can fit a lot of summer into the twelve hours between 9 am and 9 pm, especially when you live close to the beach and have Legoland passes. We’re heading to Disneyland for a last hurrah Monday before the summer blockout dates render our passes useless until summer’s end. I already have a farmer’s tan.
And Friday my husband leaves for a quick trip to see his family in Texas.
It’s weird to think that a year ago I was packing up boxes and preparing for our big move 1,200 miles down I-5 (or as they say here “The 5”). Here’s directions from our old house to our new house:
Turn left on I-5.
Drive 1,200 miles.
Exit “The 5” at “The 78.”
Exit, turn right, turn left, turn right.
My garage is still a mess. I never found my stapler which I really needed all year. But I am not going to buy a new stapler because I feel sure that one day I’ll walk into the garage and spy my stapler sitting prettily on a shelf, just waiting to catch my eye.
Until then, I have a box full of paperclips.