Okay then. Where was I? Oh. Yes. Getting back to normal. *insert maniacal laugh* If normal is keeping in touch with two married daughters, having more meals to prepare but making them smaller (did she
really eat that much?), correcting chemistry and English literature papers for the third time, doing extra chores so I don't dump
everything on DD#3, and figuring out how to readjust our job calendar, then I guess I'm getting back to normal.
The emotional trauma of the first couple of weeks after the wedding seems to have dissipated. DD#3 is grateful.
Having mom burst into tears with no apparent provocation was, to put it bluntly, weird for her. I understand completely. It was weird for me, too.
Meanwhile, we had a lovely time at our church's family camp. It was a blessing getting to spend the week in the company of believers, not to mention seeing DD#2 and her new husband every day! This was followed by a not-so-lovely doozy of a cold, the remnants of which are still being felt.
Oh, well. Life goes on.......
DD#3, baby sister and I plan on visiting DD#2 every Wednesday. It takes almost two hours to get there, so we try to leave our house around 9 a.m. We succeeded last week, and had a lovely time rejoicing over her newly arranged kitchen, having a delightful lunch at a nearby Italian cafe, taking an invigorating walk in her neighborhood, which is situated on a lake, and enjoying a dessert of watermelon and ice cream cake back at her new (to her) home. God is good......all the time.
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I know what you mean about cooking more but smaller meals and dids he really eat that much. I can't believe how much smaller my grocery bill is now that Claire is elsewhere.
And life has bee some sort of crazy whirlwind here too. I keep thinking I have to get back to normal someitme, but I'm beginning to think this may be the new normal.
Isn't it nice to be able to stay in touch with your children on a regular basis. We're too far away to drive to Moscow on any sort of a regular basis, so Im very glad someone decided to come up with MSN somewhere along the way. We've had some nice long taks that way. Keeps the feeling of missing them at abay somewhat.
Now you know how my mom felt when her work force deserted her for the happier prospects of marriage! She had to dust! lol!