1. FOOD In order not to burden our brave, grad-student sitter, Tim, I'm preparing most of my kids' meals. I visited the grocery store last night while the girls were at dancing class. Essential staples purchased Sunday night were dwindling, so I stocked up. This morning I almost kicked someone when I noted that only a few bananas remained on the counter top. I still suspect a renegade green pepper might be hiding out in the back of the fridge where lost items avoid my groping, searching hands. Rather than empty my least favorite appliance, I added 'green pepper' to my last minute list.
3. CROSSING FINGERS THAT EVERYONE DOES WHAT THEY ARE TOLD I enjoyed this same trip last year when I tagged along on Coach's fellowship course. Surviving the dizzying logistics necessary to peel myself away from our brood and all of my commitments was a challenge then, too. I still recall the jarring phone call from my Mom when she suspected that Laddie's car was in the cul-de-sac after he was supposed to have departed for a friend's house. Mom arrived at our house to lock the interior doors. We hoped to avoid any teenager nonsense on the days when the kids scattered to friend's houses. I whispered into the phone, 'Mom, he's still in the house!' It was like a daytime thriller except no one's life was threatened. Instead, Laddie risked long term house-arrest for hiding out in the basement and not following THE PLAN.
|cookies and pumpkin bread!|
|Crockpot of chili surrounded by extra milks.|
|7 layer taco dip - YUM!|
|How many minutes till they dive into this?|
8. ARRANGING FOR REINFORCEMENTS Since Tim needs to get to his job before most of my offspring are out of bed, my Mom and Coach's office manager are taking turns playing the role of the sensible adult on the two school mornings when I'll be gone. A revolving door of take-chargers ought to be interesting.
|Basketballs and sneakers - everywhere!|
|Is that the laundry room floor?|
10. LAUNDRY I may be squeezing lots of tasks into a small window to prepare to head out of town, but my washer and dryer have been working double time. I refuse to hear about missing jerseys, favorite jeans, or a lack of socks. My laundry room is clear. Momentarily. It looks as if we are preparing for an open house. I cringe when I think of the heaps of smelly basketball clothes that will await my return.
11. ANYTHING COACH DIDN'T DO Coach has organized some of his own clothes to pack. His 13 month old laptop that he needs during his fellowship course died inexplicably this week, so he had to contend with that. Otherwise, he is anxious to get away and spend some alone time with me after his course ends at the end of each day. Not surprising, he is completely clueless as to the organization that is required to keep this ship running in our absence.
Exhibit A: he texted me today in a panic because he forgot to arrange for someone to take his place coaching Mini's basketball team. I texted back: 'Remember, I already told you that I asked for parents to help out, and a few moms stepped up to the plate.'
Now, if I can just find some time to pack.