Were you aware it was summer? Oh, yes. It is.
And Mine has FLOWN by. June and July were consumed by "THE MOVE." We purchased a home in this cute neighborhood. The home was owned by the original owners since 1957. How CUTE! And the house is the same. We came from a townhouse, so this nice house with a full finished basement, a 3 season room and a huge yard is a wonderful change. Starting in mid June, we started moving a few boxes or a car load every other day or so, depending on how crazy our schedule was. When he had our big move on July 16th, I thought we were doing really great. At that point, we had moved very box we thought we could pack, and then we would unpack them in the new house, and then refill them with new things at the town house. July 16th came and went.... and there was STILL stuff in the town house. How is this even possible?!
I'll tell you. We had one of thos Mary Poppins bags... but it was our townhouse. Magically spilling out things we don't really need, but have...
On the big move day, we had to put everything back together. Beds, shelves, tables, you name it, it came apart and needed to be put back together. Endless tasks were spilling over. I suppose that happens when you're an adult.
Then. Dave left. for a week. Bummer! I promised him that upon his return, I would have the whole townhouse emptied and spotless.
That didn't happen.
I had to go to Cinci on Monday to have Jonah visit grandpa. Jonah was allllll sorts of excited for the trip. They talked about going to the zoo and going fishing and the throwing the ball! How fun is that! What kid wouldn't be excited?! My son was... until we got in the car to leave. I drove down the highway with him screaming, "I don't want to GOOOOOOO!" Uhhhhh what just happened?! 5 seconds ago all you wanted to do was peace out! The he fell asleep. Phew, drama handled.
Or so I thought.
We got to the predestined restaurant to have dinner with G-pa and have Jonah leave. I kid you not, I was there at bob evans for close to 3 hours. 45 minutes of which I was trying to get Jonah to sit on his bottom on his own like any other normal 5 yr old. The other 2 hours, he was crying and hiding and yelling. What?! Jonah had been to his g-pa's plenty of times before. after all that time, I was DONE. We got in our cars and started ot drive away. Jonah reached for his Ninetendo DS. OH NO YOU DON'T. You do NOT do that to G-pa and get to play your DS. and then I heard even worse crying. So I ask, "If I let you play your DS, will you go to G-Pa's?"
"YES!!!"
Ok then. you're going.
"But I will still miss you mom mom. "
"That's fine, Jonah, but you'll be fine."
Crisis averted. Jonah drove away with G-pa. and I was alone. and I cried.
I got home and was alone. How weird.
