Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Ack, It's Tuesday!

This last week of school is going way too quickly. Thursday will be here before I know it. Ack!
I'm trying to savor every single solitary moment I have to myself before all the fun ends.

Don't get me wrong, I don't dread the end of school because I don't want my kid around. That's not ENTIRELY true. I like Caroline very much. I like her most when I don't have to entertain her and her friends 24/7. I'm very happy to be a stay at home mom; it's an important job. I like being able to pick her up from school and volunteer whenever needed (as long as it doesn't interfere with my gym schedule, that is). Being there is important. However, I do not believe for a second when moms say that they wouldn't know what to do without their kids with them all day.

Um, I can find plenty of things to do while my kid is at school all day.

Anyway, my free wheeling days are about to be put to bed for 11 (12?) weeks. I'm glad Caroline gets a break; she has worked hard all year. Kids need to play and swim and sleep past 7am. It's just a shame that she will now have to accompany me to the gym (which she doesn't particularly like) and to the grocery store (which she HATES).


Last summer wasn't a biggie because Craig worked shift work. He went to work at 2pm, so I was able to go to the gym, or run outside in the morning without having to drag Caroline anywhere. It was great. For everyone. Except maybe Craig.

But this summer? Well, we all know that's not going to happen. As it turns out, Craig's initial return date has been extended by a week, with the possibility of it being extended further. Eh, this really doesn't surprise me much. It's the Army way. He'll be home eventually; preferably before school starts in the fall.

In other news, I'm a frozen fruit kick. As I sit here typing (and getting my keyboard all sticky), I'm eating frozen grapes. Frozen pineapple is especially tasty, as well. Frozen fruit is very refreshing; and with the weather so warm lately, refreshing is the only way to go.

I also bought some new peanut butter. I haven't opened it yet, but I can't wait to give it a try.

I actually bought this to include in a box o' stuff to send to Craig, but it didn't fit inside the box, so I kept it for myself. Besides, I'm not entirely sure that Craig would like it. We once (many, many years ago) had a very big and very ridiculous fight over honey, so that makes me question whether or not he'd like this. But, on the other hand, he likes Honey Nut Cheerios and honey roasted peanuts, so who knows?

I'll be sure to let you know if he chimes in on this very pressing issue.

So, here's the question of the day:

What is the dumbest thing you and your significant other have fought over?

and also

Do you feel badly for me that school is almost over? ;)


Sissy said...

Potatoes. Charlie is very picky about his potatoes. I like them in any form: baked, fried, au gratin, mashed, in a casserole, in a soup, in a tot form, twice baked or anything else. He is very picky about them...only likes fries, tots, baked potatoes waaaay loaded and hash brown casserole. It is the strangest thing at times. I never know if he will eat potatoes if I fix them. For example, last night, we had breakfast for dinner and I made some fried potatoes to go with our eggs, bacon and french toast. (the french toast was for him, not for me.) He did not take any potatoes, but then turned around and made grits.


And I bet if you count carefully, you'll probably discover that you only get about 9 weeks off in the summer, which will make you want to cry. I hate to mention this, but I do hope that Craig will be home by that time to offer you some respite.

Alison said...

9 weeks! You're right. I don't know what I was thinking. Excellent.

I'm like you, I like all potatoes. So does Craig. But Caroline? Only french fries and sometimes tater tots. Strange kid. Who doesn't like mashed potatoes?

nancy said...

Once, me and my Significant Other fought over public bathrooms. I was pregnant (wif yo sistah) and HAD TO GO!!!!
And he wouldn't let me go at the unemployment office and I screamed, "A bathroom is a bathroom!" and a little voice from the backseat of the car chimed in, "Just like rice is rice."

So, you, my dear little voice from the past ala Uncle Ben's rice commercial, saved my marriage. At least you saved me from jumping out of the car.

Just count the Mondays and it won't seem so long...