The activity here is at no-time-to-oxygenate levels. Let’s dive right in, shall we?
There was a week where Andrew was out of town and, even with the ample help of Gran and Pops, I ’bout lost my mind. Note to self: it is NEVER a good time to do the clothing swap, but doing achievement testing across town, keeping up with school, clothes swapping, AND solo parenting? Hot. Mess. I’d like to take this moment to apologize to everybody for existing that week.
But then Andrew came home. And we did cool stuff like go on a date with my sister and her fiancee. I quizzed him brutally, as a big sister should, but mostly just to hear him talk with that British accent. It makes me grin.
I also got a fun date with Sam and Adam. Our family LOVES the Pentatonix. Andrew and I watched them on the Sing-Off when I was on bed rest with Finn and glued to the television all the time. Now the kids are huge fans and we spend a lot of time in the van rocking out to a capella beats. We gave the kids the option of attending the concert, but Sam and Adam were the only ones willing to cough up the cash. So I took the two of them.
Unfortunately, we took so long to make up our mind to go that we got the nosebleed seats. As in – we could go no higher up. We had binoculars, but for my kid who is scared of heights and a little overwhelmed by loud nosies, it was perhaps a bit much at first. He relaxed when his favorite song came on and I even did a little happy dolphin clapping of my own when the voices blended particularly well on a chord. *insert choir nerd fist bump*
This joyful moment was followed by an even better one the next day. My own little choir nerds sang in church. Guess who was on the front row, bobbing her head, dancing, and singing Fierce? That’s right – Mira Jane. She finally achieved her bucket list goal of singing in “kids’ wire.” She loved it, y’all.
And I was fine, just fine, until Sheryl turned around to look at me with tears streaming down her face and then I erupted into that giggle-sob thing that mamas do. Our little section of the pew was a ridiculous, cheering mess by the time that little number was done and our proud singers walked off stage. Thank you to all of you who were there and celebrated that sweet moment with us.
Somewhere in all of this, I planned a shower for the other sister who is getting married. (Pray for our family. So much happy. So much bridal.) Handy tip for showers: A Waffle Bar is the way to go, people. Easy food, good fun, and SO. MUCH. YUM.
This launched us right into another week, don’t press pause, where we did our usual rollicking good times but also squeezed in a visit with sweet Virginia friends (we are seriously too old for 1 am, y’all)…
… and then I took my precious 6th grade class to see a play. All year long, we’ve studied and memorized passages from a Midsummer Night’s Dream (a la Ken Ludwig’s book.) So it was such fun to let them see the whole play and watch them understand, laugh, and even ENJOY the Bard – in living color.
Plus, I love those munchkins and I cannot believe they are leaving me after May. Nobody warned me about this part of teaching other people’s kids. Wait, you mean I don’t get to KEEP them????
Because the calendar thinks it’s funny, we seem to have another jam-packed week ahead of us. I hardly know how we’ll survive. But if this is surviving, I don’t mind it a single bit. Who needs oxygen when I’ve got this?