I am alone and have been most of the day. Granted, I was at school working in my room and there were actually other people in the building... the drivers' ed. kids, some staff and the supt. But for the most part it was quiet except when the upcoming sophomore boys taking driving classes were given a break and came down the hall to see if I was actually in my room since the door was open and the light was on. They giggle like a bunch of girls. Back to me being alone... It's a strange feeling coming from constant chatter and bustling teens. Even my own girls deserted me for a day home alone without mom or instructions. Since I've been home this evening, the rest of my girls have left for greener pastures. Literally. They are outside riding the gator in the grass on our 10 acres or down at my brother's. I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. The thing is, where do I begin? I haven't done my laundry in 4-5 weeks. Yes, seriously. Rodney told me last weekend that it looked like we were sorting our clothes in our room... not like for doing laundry but like emptying the closets and drawers and sorting everything we own. Sigh. It started with a broken washing machine about a month ago during banquet planning. And then it rolled into the end of school rush that has me busy every waking minute. But ah, banquet planning... yes. It felt like planning a wedding for about 100 in a two weeks time on a tight budget. And making it look fabulous. Honestly, that's the only way I know how to roll. I'm beginning to truly see the weakness in that. Anyway, banquet was amazing and the students loved it. Win! Here is a link to my friend's blog who posted lots of pictures if you're interested in our curious night. Lilibeth's Keeping Up blog
What's in store for me this summer? For school, I need to check with ACSI on my certification with them. I'm sure I have something to read and/or watch and/or write or all of the above. I have a huge reading list of novels I want to add to my required reading in my English classes. I must finish the yearbook in the next 30 days. At home, I plan to paint my eves and fascia boards on the house along with a couple benches, shed doors and probably the propane tank. I need to finish by backsplashes and deal with my showers. Then there's all the stuff on Pinterest that I want to try. Priorities first, I'm afraid.
We aren't planning on much traveling this summer although we are going to Cheyenne Frontier Days in July. It started with Rodney and me talking to the girls about us wanting to take them to Disney World. Pretty soon, big fat crocodile tears start rolling down Regan's face. "What's wrong?" I ask her. She tells us that she doesn't want to go spend a WEEK at an amusement park. In disbelief, we try to encourage her and tell her that it will be different that anything she's done before, but she wouldn't be consoled. Neither of the other girls are looking too enthused either. Pretty soon Rozzie says, "I want to go to Vegas in December." What?! Ah, I know what she thinking after just a moment. NFR rodeo. I told her that that timing was impossible and it couldn't work. Then I offered up Cheyenne in July, and they all bit hard. Unbelievable. Thankful, but unbelievable.
Well, my husband should be home soon, or someone should be home soon. Maybe I'll go outside and take a peek. Someone might come home. Maybe. I'll go watch for them. Any of them.
What's in store for me this summer? For school, I need to check with ACSI on my certification with them. I'm sure I have something to read and/or watch and/or write or all of the above. I have a huge reading list of novels I want to add to my required reading in my English classes. I must finish the yearbook in the next 30 days. At home, I plan to paint my eves and fascia boards on the house along with a couple benches, shed doors and probably the propane tank. I need to finish by backsplashes and deal with my showers. Then there's all the stuff on Pinterest that I want to try. Priorities first, I'm afraid.
We aren't planning on much traveling this summer although we are going to Cheyenne Frontier Days in July. It started with Rodney and me talking to the girls about us wanting to take them to Disney World. Pretty soon, big fat crocodile tears start rolling down Regan's face. "What's wrong?" I ask her. She tells us that she doesn't want to go spend a WEEK at an amusement park. In disbelief, we try to encourage her and tell her that it will be different that anything she's done before, but she wouldn't be consoled. Neither of the other girls are looking too enthused either. Pretty soon Rozzie says, "I want to go to Vegas in December." What?! Ah, I know what she thinking after just a moment. NFR rodeo. I told her that that timing was impossible and it couldn't work. Then I offered up Cheyenne in July, and they all bit hard. Unbelievable. Thankful, but unbelievable.
Well, my husband should be home soon, or someone should be home soon. Maybe I'll go outside and take a peek. Someone might come home. Maybe. I'll go watch for them. Any of them.
