One down, six to go

Doug is in the Monongahela National Forest and I am counting the days until his return. I’ve explained this half a dozen times today, but I’m going to do it one last time. He promised to go on the trip three weeks ago and if he hadn’t agreed, the trip would have had to be cancelled. He couldn’t back out once he committed to going. Yes, it’s a bad time financially and he has several unfinished projects, but Doug ALWAYS has unfinished work. Besides, I think he was going to crumble in a million pieces if he didn’t de-stress. I accept that this is what Doug was meant to do this week. I have far less confidence in myself. Every day this week will be like the very worst word problem you have ever imagined. “If you have one car that has to transport six people to four different places on Monday, how many times will you have to stop for the 5-y-o to go potty and how many times will the driver get lost?” Someone just called and offered to help with carpool for band/flag camp. Now, Evan will actually get his nap in most of the week and I can go a bit longer on the fuel in the tank. That may seem unimportant to you, but have you ever seen heard a 2-y-o who missed his nap? While I was still on the phone, a neighbor came by and dropped off 50 pounds of potatoes. Fifty pounds! We’ll be eating like the Irish this week. Sometimes, everything just works out the way it is meant to be. This might just turn out to be one of those weeks. Day one was a success.

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