I feel like Gomer Pyle.
Salinda was fine to and from therapy, fine at therapy, and even wanted to come home. She and I were the only ones home and she decided she wanted to take the dog for a jog. So they are out jogging and I am fixing supper. I'm actually home alone. I know you don't care, but I do this in my head all the time -- Kyle doesn't live here, Rand at work, Mike is in jail, John in Group Home, Jimmy, Ricardo, Wilson, Leon at the Y, Salinda on a jog, Tony with PCA, Sadie, Dominyk and Bart and camp -- everyone accounted for. I always start at 12 and count down to make sure I know where everyone is.
Salinda actually has mentioned sleeping in her own bed willingly tonight. That's odd.
I'm hoping the boys at the Y call soon as I am needing some help tidying up before supper guests come.
I'm making black beans and rice -- the only thing I really know how to cook well, and most of the time, I screw up the rice.
I do that too! We only have 7 kids here and I'm always mentally running down where everyone is. One weekend we actually had everyone gone at the same time two with their grandma, another with his grandma, one spending the weekend with my sister, one spending the night at a friends, one at a party. We hadn't had them all gone EVER that I can think of. But still we weren't kid-free. A former foster daughter was here staying with us for a week. Still it felt like a huge break.
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