We're finally getting a few days here and there without too much rain. Today, there was just a hint of drizzle around noon. But we caught some cloud breaks and had some sunshine in the afternoon.
The girls and I headed down to the McChord P/X to buy Ellie some new shoes. She's growing and growing and growing and... I like the McChord P/X because it's newer than the one at Ft. Lewis and never as busy. We can't go to the P/X without Ellie begging for pizza so I just go ahead and plan for lunch to be at Anthony's. For those not familiar with P/X eating, Anthony's is ubiquitous to Army and Air Force food courts. It's not terrible and the kiddos like it so I don't argue.
On the way home, we stopped at a playground and the girls go to run around, go crazy and enjoy some time outside without being soggy when done. Ellie is getting big enough that no ladder, set of stairs or other obstacle will keep her off a play set. Campbell THINKS she's big enough to do everything big sister can do. The kid is fearless.
Jennifer has been busy with mid-terms and has been studying up a storm. As usual, she's worried about how she'll do. And as usual, she'll do fine. I'll never understand how someone so smart has so much self-doubt. Heck, I hardly managed to stay in college my first two years and I didn't sweat it half as much as she does. And she's the one who graduated from UT with honors. I think my diploma says "Barely Graduated" on it somewhere.
Tonight, I took advantage of the lack of rain, grabbed a book and a cigar, then retreated to the back porch. A starry night greeted me and and a friendly moon shone just over the roofline. Some times, just 30 minutes of privacy can renew and rejuvenate.
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Ahh, the sound of silence, a good book and a cup of coffee, glass of wine or beverage of choice. In your case, cigar. Pure bliss! Therapy of sorts and reminder that your old self didn't vanish when you became a parent. Somewhere underneath all the laundry, drool, diapers, crying, whining, begging, climbing, cleaning, soothing, and trying to get the Dora the Explorer theme song out of your head, you are still you, somewhere. It's during moments of silence that you find you again and forget, even if only for a moment, that you have little ones tucked into bed, dreaming of ways to tug on your heartstrings, make you laugh, cry and forget that you once stayed up past midnight every night and thought 30 was so, LiKe, old!!
Jen, good luck. I, too, am sure you will do very well!
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