Perils of Reproduction: July 2008 Archives

Okay, it's mid-July.  I say this in a tone of mild astonishment, as in, "What the HELL?  Where has my summer gone?"

Yes, apparently I have had enough free time to sit on my posterior watching other people play video games on television, but for the most part this summer has been nothing but a blur.  Last week, Hublet started a three-week course on writing here at the University, and The Boy wanted to go to vacation bible school at his buddy's church up the road, plus he had swim lessons, so our days looked something like this:

7:00 a.m. - Get up.  Bathe, dress, make breakfast taco for Boy. 

8:00 a.m. - Drop Boy at friend's house, where friend's mother kindly offered to tote him to bible school and look after him until Hublet could retreive him.

8:30 a.m. - Arrive at work.  Oh, a giant PR crisis.  Awesome.

5:30 p.m. - Traffic.

6:00 p.m. - Eat leftovers, make next evening's meal, wait for Hublet to return with Boy from swimming lessons.

7:00 - 9:00 p.m. - Deal with swimming lesson aftermath, re-feed hungry Boy, get him into bed.

9:00 p.m. - Exercise.

9:30 p.m. - 12:30 a.m. - Get everything ready for next day at work, including laundry, finishing up the kitchen cleanup, etc.  Relax for an hour with a glass of wine.

Lather, rinse, repeat.  Meanwhile Hublet was the designated pack mule, going to class, rushing home, retrieving Boy from friend's house, getting him fed and getting him to a 6:00 p.m. swim lesson.

Then on Friday, just for variety, The Boy's friend fell off the monkey bars at vacation bible school and broke his arm.  And The Boy had a birthday party to attend in Raleigh.  So Hublet drove to Raleigh for class, drove back home to retrieve Boy from his buddy's grandma's house (long story involving relatives, random kid shuffling, and ER visit for Boy's buddy), and then BACK to Raleigh to the Putt-Putt.  I merely stayed in town from 8:30 a.m. until 9:00 p.m., when not even the consumption of a giant pixie stick could sustain The Boy's energy level.

This week, we're gonna do it all over again, and then we're going to drive 2 hours to grandma's house on Friday night!

However, we will have a kid-free week following this one, during which we will just flop limply onto the sofa and stare at each other, shell-shocked.

Oh, and we'll go see the new Batman movie.  And then go to Carowinds to pick up The Boy the following Sunday. 

Sigh.

How much longer until school starts?