Week 38

Friday, September 17, 2010
I’m done! I’m done! I’m done! WHOO-HOO, I’m done! 

Maybe I should crack the coffee-pot more often.

Saturday, September 18, 2010
Number 507. Check.

Sunday, September 19, 2010
I swam. I biked. I ran. Now I sleep.

Thanks for being my partner in crime, Rocio!

Monday, September 20, 2010
Is it over? Really? Months of prep work, 

and now the moment is history.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010
We were supposed to have out of town family over for dinner,

but our kitchen pipes had a different plan.

Let's not wait another fifteen years, Michele.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Patrick and I watch the water pouring through our ceiling 

with dread and $ in our eyes. 

The boys, on the other hand, 

can’t stop bouncing off the walls with excitement—

power tools, plumbers, flashlights, ladders.

Thursday, September 23, 2010 

Commuting dishes down the hall 

to the bathroom sink is getting old.

Week 37

Friday, September 10, 2010
I’m constantly disappointed when “Friday” 

doesn’t act like a “Friday”.

Saturday, September 11, 2010
Cooking up a couple of dozen “green eggs” 

for a Dr. Seuss celebration!

Sunday, September 12, 2010
An afternoon with beautiful women, 

clothes, and wine—aahhh.

Monday, September 13, 2010
I’ve decided I LOVE football season. 

The boys have discovered the big screen in the man-cave 

and I get the entire top floor to myself! 

Go football, go!

Tuesday, September 14, 2010
It was standing room only, 

as everyone crowded in with visions of being a writer.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010
The last big push before Sunday.

Thursday, September 16, 2010 

The coffee pot cracked this morning. 

I hope it’s not a sign of how the 

rest of the day is going to roll.

Week 36

Friday, September 3, 2010
Head bent at the kitchen table,
the two and a half year old quietly says to me after preschool,
“I sad. I miss you t’day.” Talk about twisting the knife in the heart.

Saturday, September 4, 2010
Is it five o’clock yet? I need a drink. 

Sunday, September 5, 2010
My finger is itchin’ to turn the heat on in the house.

Monday, September 6, 2010
Huff . . . puff . . . I made it. One down. One to go.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010
It’s Tuesday. It feels like Monday. And I keep thinking it’s Wednesday.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010
The hours between the school drop-off and
pick-up feel like they’re half of what they’re supposed to be.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Rain is not conducive for this city girl

to entertain active boys outside.

Week 35

Friday, August 27, 2010

Note to self: 

When running in unfamiliar territory, 

DO NOT divert from planned route, 

otherwise your 4 mile run becomes 6.

Saturday, August 28, 2010
A quietness settles over the car 

as we pull out of grandma and grandpa’s driveway — 

a week of fun had by all. 

Sunday, August 29, 2010
It really shouldn’t be this hard. 

It shouldn’t take me a month and a half 

to post my blog entries.

Monday, August 30, 2010
The last official day with a family treasure . . . Mar. 

Tuesday, August 31, 2010
“Did you hear me?” I ask my almost five-year-old. 

He replies while playing legos, “Yeah.” 

Pause. “Well, I heard you talking.”

Wednesday, September 1, 2010
How is it possible that they are both big enough 

to be going to school? 

Thursday, September 2, 2010 

I feel like the live-in maid.