Wednesday, August 27, 2014


Here are some more photos I took on a recent kayak ride down the cove near my house.

The calm waters and the setting sun joined forces to create some beautiful reflections on the creek.

This week has felt more like a month; the days have been exceedingly long.  Today is no different.  Although it's my day off, I will get up at 5:30 a.m., drive Daughter to Gloucester for her cross country scrimmage, procure books for her AP classes next year, cut grass, clean the house, and last but not least be herded into the high school for Bring Your Checkbook and Ink Pen So We Can Empty Your Accounts Day, also known as Open House, also known as There's a Fee For Everything Including Breathing Day.

I'm really looking forward to the upcoming long weekend, even though when it's over we're flung headfirst into September and the start of the school year.

And summer starts to leave us. I feel like I was only just getting used to her being around.  I'm not ready for her to leave.

For now, I'll just go back to staring at these reflections, which help erase all some of the stress.

Monday, August 25, 2014

Just Us

This picture of Daughter was taken last summer during a spell where Son was off at This or That Camp for an extended period of time.  We were practicing doing different things to take our mind off the fact that we missed him.

This week we find ourselves doing sort of the same thing, looking to each other to figure out our New Normal now that Son is happily and safely off at college.

He really couldn't be happier. And we are all thrilled for him.

We, on the other hand, had a very rough day on Saturday.  It's a very long story that involves a tearful goodbye with my parents first thing; a mixed bag of emotions on the ride to Charlottesville (he was exuberant, I was a nervous wreck, Daughter didn't know what to do); a hasty drop off and departure (because there really was no need to linger); and one of the worst drives in the history of all my years of driving.

Daughter started crying as soon as she said her goodbyes, and we both were wiping tears and sobbing all the way from Charlottesville to Richmond, where we met my sister for dinner.

Also, when we got to Richmond, I became physically ill.  Yep.  Ill.  The stress of the day, the lengthy build-up of emotions, an overload of caffeine that morning (that included three cups of coffee and 1.5 energy drinks), plus the hour of driving and crying all swirled together to cause me to get sick.

After a nap and some food later that evening I was fine.

But when we arrived home officially, the tears flowed again.

Son's doing great.  Daughter is already taking over his bathroom and some of his space upstairs.

Eventually we'll adjust to this new norm.  At least I know Daughter will.

For me, it's going to take a little longer.

Dropping him off was one of the hardest things I've had to do thus far. And, in two short years, it will be Daughter's turn.

If I am still blogging in two years, I predict my last blog post will be Drop Off Day for Daughter.  That will be the day they finally haul me off in the padded wagon. For good.

I hope everyone else's weekend was better than mine.

I need another vacation. And possibly some prescription medication.

Or something.