First day of summer today, at least according to our school district. I'm looking forward to having all the boys home -- can't decide if that's madness or merely optimism. Also my first day in maternity pants. I'm in that in-between stage where the maternity clothes look like clown pants but the clothes with waistbands are just not going to happen. Won't be out of the first trimester until Thursday, but my belly is...advanced, just like my age.
Also on Thursday I'm leaving town for a conference. Today I need to get my poster off to the printer and firm up accommodations. I have a couple of reservations but I think I'm going to cancel them both and stay in a university facility.
Do you think I will have a mutiny or only grumbling on my hands when I announce to the boys that immediately after we pray Morning Prayer from the Divine Office, we are going to clean the house? I do not think that this is what they had in mind for their summer vacation, even if I promise to follow it right up with a long browsy trip to the library and lunch out to celebrate the beginning of freedom.
We shall see. All three of the big boys are still sleeping, the fruit of a weekend scouting campout at our nearest minor league baseball field. Pete thinks this post is very boring, and perhaps he is not alone. Let me just add to the boring by saying that before I leave town, bright and early Thursday morning, I WILL have dealt with the accumulation of paper clutter, including the backlogged budgety bits and bobs (people, I have not balanced the checkbook since I got pregnant), the treasury report for which I begged an extension in early May (I'm a volunteer -- what will they do, fire me?), and the everlasting laundry pile.
The end.
Also on Thursday I'm leaving town for a conference. Today I need to get my poster off to the printer and firm up accommodations. I have a couple of reservations but I think I'm going to cancel them both and stay in a university facility.
Do you think I will have a mutiny or only grumbling on my hands when I announce to the boys that immediately after we pray Morning Prayer from the Divine Office, we are going to clean the house? I do not think that this is what they had in mind for their summer vacation, even if I promise to follow it right up with a long browsy trip to the library and lunch out to celebrate the beginning of freedom.
We shall see. All three of the big boys are still sleeping, the fruit of a weekend scouting campout at our nearest minor league baseball field. Pete thinks this post is very boring, and perhaps he is not alone. Let me just add to the boring by saying that before I leave town, bright and early Thursday morning, I WILL have dealt with the accumulation of paper clutter, including the backlogged budgety bits and bobs (people, I have not balanced the checkbook since I got pregnant), the treasury report for which I begged an extension in early May (I'm a volunteer -- what will they do, fire me?), and the everlasting laundry pile.
The end.
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