OK the Flemings have moved on. *sniff * why?* Now I'm staging for the next chapter of our Summer Extravaganza: Me driving 5 kids 986 miles to my parents' house in Plano, Texas. The idea is that we'll fete with adoring grandparents and fun cousins while Mark attempts the feat of writing an entire Ph.D. dissertation.
We're very excited about the trip. We haven't been to Plano in years. There are tons of cousins (mine and the kids') plus Joe and Jessica's farm...but we'll be separated from Mark for almost 4 weeks. Actually he's trying to talk me into staying for more like 6 weeks. This the man who whines like a baby if I leave him for 48 hours. It's the desperation of the deadline.
You know those moments--irrational but heartfelt--where you think for a moment that you'd like to be living a different life? Any life but this one? Suddenly I realize, I like my life, and my house. And my husband. Six weeks sounds like a long, long time.