Sunday, April 20th, 2008
Filed under A Writer's Life
Well, my body has been back in California for a week, but I think I’m still back in Canada. It’s been difficult getting back into the swing of things. My house is my own again with the departure of my in-laws, the kids are back on their school schedule, and I no longer have to share bandwidth with hundreds of college-aged computer programmers. So, why do I still feel so…blah?
I think it’s because the trip to Canada was the first time I’ve been alone with my husband for an extended period of time since the weekend we went to Laughlin, NV. and he proposed under the London Bridge. Our marriage resulted in an instant family (my daughter) and almost as soon as we’d tied the knot, we filled out paperwork to adopt “the boys”. Before our first wedding anniversary, we were a family of five with all the pandemonium (and love) that goes with it.
I can’t begin to tell you how wonderful it is to eat dinner without having to tell son number two to “Sit down”, “Just eat please”, and “Chew and swallow before you take another bite” interspersed with having to answer the myriad of “Why’s?” posed by son number one while trying to pry a sentence or two of conversation out of our teenager as “Fine”, “Yeah”, “I know”, and “Whatever” seem to be the extent of her vocabulary these days.
Caught up in the blues, I often forget how nice it is to not have to rely on an impersonal buzzer on the alarm clock to wake us up. Instead, we get seranaded most mornings at six o’clock with the theme songs for various shows by son number two. I’m also grateful that I’m now so sleep deprived I’m seldom plagued with the insomnia I suffered from only a few years ago. And despite being a teenager, my daughter and I still have a few things in common and to celebrate her good report card we’re going to the movies today to see “Horton Hears a Who” and then we’ll meet up with my husband and “the boys” for dinner out somewhere…
If you happen to be in the AV eating dinner tonight…I’ll apologize right now. We’ll be the the family with the two boys who won’t sit still to eat and the sullen teenager wishing she was sitting at a seperate table in a different restaurant.
But, I wouldn’t trade it for the world…