The youngest is still doing all of our baking, he's almost ready to get his driver's license, and he's talking about college.
The middle has already totaled a few cars, is going to college, and planning her next International vacation. She has a habit of saying things like, "I guess I forgot to tell you. I'm going to 'Egypt, Europe, Arizona' for '3 weeks, 25 days, not sure how long.'
The eldest has moved in with his wonderful girlfriend, is going to school, and working part time.
My, the times have changed! I really like having kids that are young adults. We still have the battles over dishes and whose turn it is to use the washer and dryer tonight, but things have calmed down considerably. We're all retired from soccer. Damn I miss it.
Last weekend I still felt a very strong urge to run away. A friend and I packed up and went to Santa Fe for the weekend. We drove through rain and snow and traffic and snow and fog and snow to get there. It didn't phase us a bit. Once there, we ate, drank, were merry, shopped, wandered, and drank some more. We both bought cowgirl boots, because we CAN! They were also half off. ;-)
Then we slept late and drove to a 200 year old Native American Catholic Church (I think so, anyway) with freaky statues and paintings and "healing dirt." I had no container to hold the dirt, so I wrapped it in money. I made an envelope out of cash. And it worked.
The trip seemed to heal my heart and soul in an unexpected way, and I can't wait to go back!
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