So life these days might just be a bit busy. I go he returns, I return he goes, we host we enjoy we pack we prepare repeat repeat repeat. We're both on the road for work a lot lately and this happens to be THE season to be in the Hudson Valley (apples to pick, cider to gulp, leaves changing colors right before your eyes...) so our schedule seems to be about this:
Wave to each other in passing as we "hand-off" mid stride during the week then prep the guest bedroom for that weekend's visitors. Don't even try to get me the slightest bit wrong here, we LOVE our weekend visitors. In fact, they may just be the binding agent to this life we're attempting to call normal. Well maybe not normal but at least a mediocre effort to pursue something somewhat sustainable. In any case we LOVE them. Please don't stop coming to visit us or you may find the 3 of us on the Monday morning news paddling our way down the East River flashing signs that say "they left us alone and we didn't know what to do so we built this canoe and rowed south."
And then mommy had to go to Atlantic City for work and daddy said screws-to-the-chizm and packed the boy in the car so that he and child could sip scrumptioulicious nummies on the seaside by the seashore, in 80 degree weather where the sun actually shines.