WOW. This is scary. I remember talking with Mike in the hospital about coming home. It reminds us of when the kids were born. You're in the hospital, and you feel safe. You desperately want to go home and start your life, but there is this little voice inside saying "are you crazy?!". You want to go home and sleep in your own bed, but there is something comforting about being in the hospital and being able to track down your nurse or doctor to ask them a question. I like that part of the hospital. Information at your finger tips.
My friend Dympna came over about 10:00AM and picked up Joey and Sophie. It's great because she takes them. She doesn't ask, she just does it. If someone asks if we would like them to do something, it's much easier to say, "thanks, but I can handle it", then to say "Oh, God, YES. PLEASE!". I know that sounds crazy, but that is just me I guess. I don't want to inconvenience anyone.
It is a much needed break. Mike and I can start putting our life back together -- literally. The whole week before school was out, we went through the house to get things together for a garage sale. A BIG one. Clearing out furniture, toys, clothes -- EVERYTHING MUST GO. I didn't want to put things in storage. We were going to lease our house in Houston and live at the Beach house. Our house in Houston is 2,600 sq. ft. And in Galveston, the house is only 1,500 square feet! With that in mind, I really wanted to clean house and get rid of the clutter.
Our purpose of moving down was to simplify. I felt that we were getting caught up in material things, and the traffic, and hustle and bustle were wearing thin. I felt I was sufforcating. In G-town, it is a much slower pace. Your on Island time. Sometimes that can be a good thing, sometimes it can be bad.... But we love it down there. The boys (Mike included) can surf everyday, there is tons of land -- it's like having "free-range" kids. It is geared towards outdoor living. Biking, swimming, rollerblading. It's a beach town and we are beach people. So anyway, we packed all of our useless crap up, and we were headed down to G-town for a huge garage sale.
Then life happened. Change of plans. Mike and I spent all day unpacking what we really needed, like coffee tables and stuff. Most of the junk is still ready to be sold off and sitting on the trailer in the garage. The rest of the day was spent on paperwork and phone calls. Because of his suppressed immune system, Johnny will have to be home for most of next school year. I called the school. I knew no one would be there, so I left a message. About 5 minutes later the Principal, Ms. Messina calls me. I tell her what is going on and she lets me know that she will do whatever it takes to help Johnny along. She also tells his Kindergarten and First Grade teachers. They call immediately. Johnny is looking forward to being "home schooled". It's not really home school, but it's close enough. I will get a lesson plan and do most of the teaching, then a teacher from the district will stop by 3 times a week to make sure we are on track. Should be interesting...
Dympna brings the kids back about 5:30 PM. I'm grateful, but feeling slightly guilty. Joey is a piece of cake. But SOPHIE, she is a wild woman! I feel bad that Dympna had to have her all day, yet glad she won't home! They come home tired (yeah!), tan and happy. They have been at the pool all day long, every kids' summer vacation dream!
Johnny is up. He has been sleeping all day long. We all spend time together, eat dinner as a family and get ready for bed. We try to go to bed at a decent hour again, but end up talking and playing games until about 2AM. TOMORROW will be different! -- yeah right...