It was a good weekend. Friday was awesome because just like that we signed the papers and all the finances are in order. No more waiting on the bank. It only took five months. That is a very long time. Five months is a long time to wait and plan and dream. Well, actually it has been more like seven years of dreaming and planning. We just finally had to act on it. Lauren said she’s forgotten what the kitchen used to look like. I had forgotten a few details, too. Then I started remembering why we started the whole deal- everything was breaking and falling apart and leaking. It had to be done.
On Friday I didn’t see my oldest son all day. I said goodbye to him in the morning and eventually at almost seven he finally called me and let me know where he was. He had been at school, play practice, pep band, and was calling to let me know he was at the football game because he had to play in the band for that. It was a long day for him. It has begun. The slow drift until he leaves the house for good. I’m not sad, I’m happy for him that he is living life. Time really does pass fast though. He was laying on the couch on Saturday and I could see the little baby face still. Growing teenage boys don’t appreciate when their moms say that. I’ll say it anyways.
On Saturday we went to Alex’s sister’s house for the monthly family party. It was loud and crazy as usual with all the kids. His sister had decorated and had games planned. She led them in games and dancing and after an hour or so came and said she didn’t have any more entertainment for them. Alex and I replied that kids don’t have to be entertained, just let them play and figure something out. And that is why she is an elementary teacher and Alex and I aren’t. She loves that sort of stuff whereas it makes us groan.
I did something to my knee last week. I can walk and such but bending and straightening it hurts. I tried to slow down but there was too much to do. But when I finally sat down on Saturday and most of the day Sunday trying to rest my knee, all the kids glommed onto me. Well, the younger six. It was like an unruly game of musical chairs and I was the chair. Up and down and wiggling and jostling, vying to get the prime position. On Sunday Alex said he wouldn’t sit by me because all the kids end up there. It really was ridiculous. I love them all dearly but by the end of the day I was all touched out. I wouldn’t have it any other way. There will be time enough for sitting alone.
So lately Lauren has decided she loves to scare me. Saturday night before I tucked her in, she’s always the last one, I was walking by and Alex gave me a look and said something about it. Of course I got a little panicked and started to see where she was going to jump out at me from. It didn’t work, I found her first. Well last night her and Alex teamed up again and I was about to get up and tuck the boys into bed when Alex said I need to hurry up. He grabbed the baby and went upstairs. Oblivious, I tucked the boys in and went through the house locking doors and turning off lights. I was walking through the dark dining room when I felt a hand grab my ankle! I screamed, horrified, even as my brain registered exactly what was happening. I knew before I screamed that it was Lauren grabbing my ankle. And I still involuntarily screamed. Alex ran out of our room and gave Lauren a high five as they both congratulated themselves for getting me. It was hilarious. But what is ridiculous is that Lauren hates being scared. She can dish it but she definitely can’t take it. I might still try to get her back though. It’s only fair.