So it begins. This morning Basil and Catherine left for the GHS Chorus trip to DisneyWorld. The group will compete tomorrow, sit in on a music workshop with Disney professionals and sing for park visitors on Main Street USA Sunday night. Plus they get to play in the various Disney parks.
Followers of this blog know that I am staying home. It has something to do with my being embarrassing.
I wish I could be there to see the kids (they sounded great at their concert last week) and meet Cinderella. Alas, I am here at home.
Overseeing renovations in Catherine’s bedroom.
Cleaning out the closets.
While they have the time of their lives (well, Basil is a chaperone, so maybe he won’t have so much fun).
In the last few days, I have played my appointed role as support systems manager — supervising the packing, making sure all the forms and medications are in order. Reminding people that deodorant and clean socks are deal breakers.
This morning we moved the furniture out of Catherine’s bedroom so the fella doing work here can remove the wall that used to encase the chimney. Then we threw the last bunch of stuff in the suitcases and I drove them down to school for their departure. I had to promise to blend in — no big silly goodbyes. No sign to hold up, no bouncing up and down, whistling or cheering as the buses rolled away. I had to promise to be a normal mother, whatever that is.
So here was the scene at school:
And here’s what I’m up to:
Please don’t worry about me. I refuse to have a pity party, even as I nurse a sore, stitched and swollen foot, thanks to the removal of a suspect mole earlier this week.
I’ll be plenty busy. There are drawers to organize, closets to clean out, laundry to wash, mulch to strew. …
Stay tuned for updates on the weekend’s fun.