Life is crazy good right now. Really good. And really crazy. It feels packed to gills with stuff. I can understand the trauma of the "empty nest" but I think its not so much caused by the fact that the kids are gone, but more by the fact that you end up with so much free time. We have none. And we won't for many many years to come.
Bob observed that there are only four days on our family Google calendar in April that don't have something marked on them. Four. It used to be the total opposite.
We're going from three weeks of preparing for Connor's musical right into preparing for house guests next weekend for the Cherry Blossom Festival. Then we have our big family Egg Hunt after which in only three short days we head off to California for a long Spring Break trip that, with two kids, requires alot of logistical planning. Then we come right back into what will heretofore be referred to in our home as "Birthday Season"--a big football themed party for Connor's 8th and then something momentous for Palmer's 1st (yet to be planned!). In between all that in May we have a Boy Scout camping trip which I'm in charge of for the whole Pack. Mix all of that in with baseball season which involves a parade and a trip to DC for a Nationals game (which Bob is in charge of for the whole team)a major home renovation project with the remodel and two full-time jobs and and you've got a prescription for delighted exhaustion.
The house is a mess. I can barely dress myself. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
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