Aquaman has been gone for two weeks. Two more weeks to go. I'm not gonna lie - I was ready for him to get on that boat. He was able to be home for over two months this summer. That is a loooooooong time with three boys off from school and one Aquaman off from work. I was exhausted. We played and played and played. We went to Mobile, Alabama, and Ocean Springs, Mississippi. We went to Houston (twice), Galveston (twice), Jasper, Brownwood, and Eureka Springs, Arkansas - all to see family. And I was done.
Done with people, done with visiting. Done with human interaction. I was so ready for everyone to just, please, go back to their regular schedules.
So, of course, I got what I wanted.
School started yesterday, much to my delight. But it was a hell of a lot of work getting ready for it. School clothes and shoes and athletic gear had to be bought. Massive trips to the grocery store. School supplies (I swear, I am never buying another set of map pencils or markers. Ever.) and band supplies.
The day before school started, Aquaman called for his weekly, 20 minute, crappy connection, satellite phone call and wished all the boys luck on their first day. He said he wished he could be there for it. "Be glad you're not," I said as I supervised Thing 1 cleaning up his side of the room he shares with Thing 2.
It was a rude awakening getting up so early - for me and the boys.
The twins had to be at football practice at 6:30 a.m. This is Texas, remember?
I managed to get a shot of all three of them on the swing before we left. It was still dark. They were not amused.
|Yippee! First day of school!|
|It's blurry. Because I was sleepy. And he was movin' fast.|
|Quit following me.|
|The Redheaded Freshmen Club|