We went to see my mom again last weekend and so, we revisted the camping scene. Since we are approaching the hot summer when everyone wants to pitch up tent and sweat in the wilderness, I called ahead to make sure the camping site wouldn’t be full. The camping official-ranger-schedule people informed me that the camp was being run by a group called 24 Hours of Adrenalin. This group was hosting a bike race and reserved the entire park. I figured as long as they had room we’d stay there since it was close to my mom’s little condo — it was a bicycle race so I figured they weren’t going to party all night.
I never stopped to think about what the “24 Hours” in the title meant. I now know. My husband now knows. My kids now know. We know. It was so much more than a bike race. Yes, it was an ALL-NIGHT long bike race. So in the midst of the windiest camping night I have every experienced we were hearing about how well #124 was doing all through the night. At 6 am we woke up to hear about how thankful they were for all the volunteers and were offering coffee and hot dogs. I had my own ideas of what to do with those hot dogs. It was a cold, long night. I can’t tell you how thankful we were for little things like beds, walls and a good night sleep.
I have come to realize that I am in need of a set writing schedule. I feel like I’m juggling raw eggs and everyday one comes crashing to the floor (okay, I’ll stop with the bad analogies). My kids will be out of school within a week, and if I don’t get some goals and a schedule I will be spinning my wheels at the same time I am juggling my eggs (okay, now I’ll stop). So I have to get some goals written and a writing schedule. I will also be making a blogging schedule so that you, my sweet, faithful readers will know when to read my ramblings. I might even change my blog a bit. Yes, organized I will be.
We found a house to rent only 15 minutes from my husband’s work–and it’s cheaper. I am excited and overwhelmed at the same time. Once again I have to displace my children. Once again I have to box up my life. I know this is a good move, and this neighborhood we might be able to eventually buy into so we are planning on staying put this time for awhile! It is the school that is going to be the hardest to leave. We are debating putting them in the neighborhood one or trying a virtual academy-homeschool type situation. I’m not sure what we should do right now. On the one hand I feel I can teach my kids better than the school — I can make sure they continue in Spanish and infuse in them a love for learning. On the other hand, I don’t know if I can spend so much time with them without maiming them. Yes, that is a horrible thing for a mother to admit — they can just drive me so crazy. My son has a mouth on him. Sometimes that mouth is filled with wonderful questions and thoughts and other times that mouth needs to be silenced–quickly. My daughter is the most sweet loveable little girl unless she hasn’t had enough sleep. When she is tired I question why I had kids. The youngest one is so funny, but if he doesn’t have the right car in his hand when we are leaving the house watch out! How can I write if I’m teaching all the time? I don’t know.
So, this is my life right now. A big ugh! Filled with ugh-ness. I will be filling up boxes and trying to trade some of my writing for bank deposits, while I am being the perfect wife and mommy that I always am–making scones, knitting blankets, reading stories, painting murals and putting my spices into alphabetical order. Oh, no that’s not me–that’s Luisa.