I’m just starting to get used to this and now it’s almost over.
Gosh it’s nice not worrying over whether we have enough snack foods in the house. Or having to keep up with everyone’s schedule. Or being the drill sergeant who makes sure everyone is doing something productive, practicing their music, blah, blah, blah.
Jay and I come and go as we please. We take our time working out at the club since no one needs to get to bed at any certain time. We watch R rated movies. We make plans on the fly. “What do you want for dinner?” “I dunno. Let’s just make margueritas and see what we feel like later.” Life is good.
I just watched that damn video montage from Zach’s bar mitzvah and now I’m blubbering my eyes out.
I better call Jay and make sure he’s filled up the tank for our drive back to the mountains. And I’ll go by Trader Joe’s to get Zach all his favorite munchies for the car ride home. And I’ll put clean sheets on the bed for him since he’s probably been sleeping in filth the past couple of weeks.
Time to check the photo pages. TTFN.