Wow. I've been busy with a project that has sapped me emotionally and mentally and has taken me away from my blogging duties.
My bad. Forgive me for being a flake.
But, I think I now understand how the prairie dog feels.
The prairie dog burrows into underground tunnels and hybernates for a season (in my case, a little over a week). They stick their head out and realize that the world has successfully gone on without them while they were otherwise occupied.
<-----This is me today, dazed look, chubby cheeks and all.
After I peeked my head out of my own little burrow today, I have learned that the world has indeed gone on without me.
For instance, my kids have been wearing clothes because I now have a pile of the dirty things in my laundry room. I was hoping they would have magically morphed into clean little stacks in their dressers. Alas, they did not.
They have also been eating - probably I have been too - because my cupboards are bare. I suppose a trip to my beloved Harmons is in order.
But the most vicious and horrendous piece of information I have encountered upon exiting my tunnel is that Elora graduates on Friday.
That was not a typo.
What?! How did THAT happen?! She's supposed to stay young forever - not go and grow up on me.
Then, another assault.
Larissa will be spending the month of June at her mom's in Idaho. Connor will be traipsing around Europe with his dad in July. Elora will be going on a senior trip and then getting a job for the Summer before she starts school in the Fall.
Oh, the injustice of it all. I remember when they were younger I couldn't wait for a break. Older kids are so much fun. It will be a lonely house indeed.