Wednesday, May 30th - we can sleep in today! Yay! It’s the first time the whole trip, and Brighid is snoring away. The sun shines in at 5:30 AM, and when I wake up, outside my window is a group of scruffy looking men doing something nautical.
I haven’t posted anything about this here, just to avoid jinxing anything, but Brighid and I are fortunate enough to have the opportunity to join my in-laws on a 12 night cruise in the Mediterranean. I am both over the top excited and as nervous as anything! This is a phenomenal trip for Brighid to take at this age - for anyone at any age, but the thought that one of my children would have these types of opportunities is overwhelming to me. You always go into parenthood hoping and dreaming that your children have advantages you didn’t have growing up, and Brighid certainly has been given some of those advantages. She has such generous grandparents across the board, and all of them have helped to give her a nearly enchanted childhood.
I’m sure it’s very nice there and the people are lovely, just lovely. But I kind of thought I’d get into a routine with Jim working there all week. I tried. I signed up for Fly Lady, I’m trying to get the stuff done around the house, and I’m trying to get each kid to her after school activities and me to mine. Then I came down with a cold. It would have been so nice tonight to turn to Jim and ask him to drive Eilis to t-ball so I could turn in early, but without him here, having him drive her is no more an option than my turning in early.
I am not a big believer in “requesting” teachers. I figure that whatever teacher your kid gets, that’s the one you deal with, pimples and all. Every teacher has things you will approve of and maybe not totally agree with, so you take a little good with a little bad.
You do not know how exciting it was to go into the Gap today, wearing a pair of size 12 jeans, thinking I could just TRY the 10’s on, since I might get into them in the next month or two. THEY FIT!! I didn’t even have to lay on the floor of the Gap to button them - right on, right up, little struggling - and that was just to get all the hanging bits in where they belong.
I’m sure this isn’t exact, but my friend Susan invited me for dinner the other night, and she made this really tasty pizza. Basically, this is how you do it:
A post on the blog of a woman I truly admire inspired me to write this. Go visit her blog now - she’s phenomenally and sarcastically funny, and a wealth of information on weight loss surgery. And she has kids that are just about the cutest kids on the planet - well, except for the three that live here. Seriously, go check her out…
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