Posted on | August 20, 2013 | 5 Comments
Tay’s job has required him to be TDY quite a bit lately. If you’re unfamiliar with military-speak, that basically means he’s having to go on business trips for various reasons or lengths. It also means I’ve spent quite a bit of time with two little boys and little adult interaction. These business trips are almost harder than a deployment because routines are interrupted so often. I have to explain to the boys why their daddy is gone and then he’s back again. But let’s be truthful, we’re still very grateful he is here in the great ‘ol U.S. instead of on a desert vacation, so I’m not complaining.
It does leave me for less “me” time though. Less blogging. Less reading. Less time to breathe. But I’m making it, and these little guys are getting along better every day. Except for when they are fighting, which is about 75% of the day. Still, it’s hilarious to hear their conversations evolve and their imaginations soar.
We spend as much time as possible out of the house. Head to the gyms, head to the park, head to the grocery store to just walk around. Whatever keeps their little minds from going stir-crazy and keeps my sanity from slipping away slowly.
They hold hands while walking through parking lots, and Arlo says things like, “YAY! We did it! We queened up the room!” when they are done picking up their toys together.
We had a week of cool weather that reminded me just how much I love fall. But of course, now it’s 90+ degrees everyday day. What can you do? As much as I’m looking forward to cool breezes, the smell of burning leaves and pumpkin bread in the oven, and the sounds of college football on the T.V., I have to admit I am grasping at the last days of summer desperately. I will miss it, as I do every year.
Tonight, as I rocked my little guys in the big, over-sized rocker in Arlo’s room and read Steam Train, Dream Train, and smelled their sweet, clean, wet hair, I realized these years as going by far too fast. I turn twenty-seven this Saturday. It seems like I just turned twenty-one, and I find it unreal that I’m creeping onto thirty. These years keep flying by, and I appreciate the small moments when I can grasp at the soft sighs of my children and the quiet hum of the fan and just breathe.
On a side note, I saw this today:
In case it’s hard to tell, this is a normal-sized person on a very, very tall bike. I’m not sure the purpose of such a tall bike. And no one else gave it a second glance. I must be out of the loop? At least he was wearing a helmet.