Sunday, September 7, 2014

Drum Roll Please....

Set off the fireworks, light the sparkler, pour your beer, blow your noise-maker, pull out your best dance moves, bust out the champagne.  Whatever you do to celebrate---do that, cause Kevin graduated with his MBA!  Over 2 years of papers, journals, projects, books, and presentations have ceased.  Hallelujah!  Do I hear an Amen?  Seriously, I'm excited.

Musing about the past 2+ years and why I'm glad it has ended:

1) No more kids-by-myself from sun-up to sun-down.  This is okay on a once-in-awhile basis.  But, days and weeks on end get old.  It gets downright lonely.  It gets downright exhausting.
2) No more group meetings on Sunday afternoons and evenings.  I would get home from church, and Kevin would leave for the weekly 'group meeting.'  Blah.
3) No more Saturday mornings where I pretend to Benny that Daddy is not home.  (But, really Daddy is in the basement doing school work.)

Things I'm looking forward to:

1) Family dinners!
2) Family fun!
3) Going grocery shopping by myself.  Both of the kids are super-good at the store.  But, loading both of them into the car, putting Benny in the cart, putting Claire in my Infantino carrier, getting all the items, putting items and children in the car, putting items and children in the house---and all before the ice cream melts.  Its a workout!  And, if you are lucky, you get out the door early enough in the morning so that Claire doesn't fall asleep in the car and mess up the nap schedule.

We had a celebration dinner about a week ago.  Our good friend David from New York was even able to make it.  Benny crafted Daddy a diploma, complete with pictures of race cars.  Yes, University.  You can keep your fancy piece of paper.  Benny's is better :)

This past weekend was Labor Day weekend.  Kevin didn't have to work at his job.  Kevin didn't have to do school work.  And I took Sunday morning off from church.  We went on bike rides, went to a birthday party, got some projects done around the house, and went to a fair.  Surreal.

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