Now it's night and an owl is hooting right outside. I wonder if he knows. I did look up owl sounds to find that it's probably a Great Horned Owl.
Well, it's the fourth week of school and homework has kicked in, as well as tap, ballet, and soccer. The older they are, the more work they get... more papers, things to keep track of... it feels like a lot. We are getting our routine down, though, and mornings are still going pretty great. Now we're perfecting the after-school dealio. I look forward to hearing the contents of their day tumble out as we drive to pick up the next kid, and then home. With each day I'm reminded that their lives are getting bigger without me.
I freely admit that my favorite days are when we can just come home and stay home and there are no tights or shin guards involved. Bonus if I already know what I'm making for dinner.
We're getting there. I actually appreciate the schedule and structure because I just need someone to tell us where to be. I can do that much.
We did so much in the last two weeks that I can't believe it. Having family here is always so special and this time around we didn't waste one moment together. Jeff was off all that time, too, so there's been much to adjust to now that everyone's gone.
We visited low tide, saw seals, saw whales, ate at all our favorite eats in Old Town, we lost a dear pet (my sweet Pepper, the gerbil, the closest to a spirit animal I've ever known aside from my childhood pet cat Morris), we got two new pets (Snowflake and Hazel, the goofiest gerbils ever), we went horseback riding!
Soccer games start this weekend, it's going to be October!, and at some point we're going to have to move. I am loving and giving thanks for every last moment I get to spend with the ocean out my window.