This past week was action-packed. We played host to our neighborhood friends whose Mom is a teacher. She went back to school to set up her classroom. I am also providing childcare and homework help to two lovely young ladies who go to our parochial school which started classes two weeks ago. My girls, the youngest of the bunch, had a great time with friends, new and old. During the week, we swam, took a trip to the aquarium, went to the library, and all seven of us ventured out to the zoo.
We had a ball this last week of summer, however it also was hectic. As for myself, I had little time for pray, I did not write on this blog, and my husband and I were like passing strangers in the night. Also, the housework got a little backed up.
I know I could not keep up this pace for long, but I wanted my Ladybug’s last week of freedom to be fun. On Tuesday, we all start a new chapter in our lives as she steps on the bus and heads off to first grade in public school. I am bittersweet about this decision. She is petite, weighing a mere 37 pounds, however as our neighbor boy exclaimed,
“She is the biggest tomboy I’ve ever seen.”
Ladybug is also excited about going to school. She is a social butterfly. On Friday, as all seven of us packed into the mini-van and headed for the zoo, I looked at her through the rear view mirror with her beautiful black eyes twinkling and her mouth open in laughter.
Saturday, my husband took the girls bike riding, and I started digging out from the week, and spent time planning out my schedule. It felt good to be able to think and plan without interruption. It was just what I needed.
The weather has turned to a beautiful mild temperature, and so last night, after the girls went to bed, my husband lit a fire in our outdoor pit, and we share a few beers and talked. It has been ages since we have done that. It felt so good to talk to him.