Something strange happened today. Bill took the boys to the playground (that isn’t the strange part). They were typical crazies and wanted to do everything but play on the playground equipment. They liked the drinking fountain best.
The strange part is that once they left, I was alone in my house for the first time in three years. Whether Gramma was here helping, Bill was home, a nurse was here, or whatever, there is almost someone else here, most often the two boys. Maybe it has happened before for a few minutes, but today I had a couple of hours.
It was creepy at first, and almost stressful. I felt lots of pressure to do something important and productive and not just sleep or read.
I ended up working on the “great purge”, trying to organize, reduce, and clean. I wanted to set up and photograph things to put on ebay, which is nearly impossible when the boys are “helping”.
I got through a lot of sorting, but everyone came home and within 2 minutes, all the cleanup and prep I had done was undone! The rest of the day just went downhill in a big hairball of frustration.
It was a treat to have a little time, and I am thankful that Bill was willing to take the boys to play. I am also always appreciating that Brendan is able to get out more.
😮 🙁 “The best laid plans of mice and men oft go awry.”
Or, as is often stated in the Navy, ” Stuff Happens ”
[[ that last one needed a little soap, and scrubbing 😉 🙂 ]]
🙂 🙂 *Interesting* “vehicle” Brendan is riding…….and “water cooled” at that. 🙂 🙂
All kidding aside, it is positively uplifting to see the boys out and about, and having fun. Brendan has come a long, long, way, and it is a joy to see.