I’m waiting for it.
It will drop.
Maybe tomorrow (today?), maybe on Thursday.
But it will happen.
You see, Tuesday was a good day.
My son went to Mother’s Day Out (although CG didn’t inform me until The Tackler was in bed about the two time-outs he had there). Lil Diva watched Nemo. I began Project Pack for Iowa.
She was happier.
She napped early, but not long.
She and her brother played in near-perfect harmony (although between other children, it could be called “battling”) – complete with ear shattering squeals and full body giggles.
We hit a local bouncy house – the 105 degree heat a bit too warm for park play.
Lil Diva continued her “no fear” attitude about slides – taking on the fast and the tall ones with shouts of “Whooooo!” – not bothered at all by her wipeout landings.
I played sand volleyball, but the sand had been watered for a change instead of its typical “like walking across hot coals” state. The match-up was fair (sidenote: this year was a major fubar for volleyball league – many intermediate teams were put into the advanced bracket). The rallying was awesome, our team amazingly cohesive after a month away.
And we won.
I did something impractical and thus out of character.
I drove to the airport when I had no one to pick up.
Bobbi flew home from her five week long trip to Russia, following the biggest “what the frak” moment yet (be sure to read it on Friday). I decided to surprise her, even though her parents were picking her up.
I brought her favorite Cheesecake Factory pasta and bread. And a Dr Pepper.
None of which they had in Russia.
Because if it was me arriving from five weeks in a country without Mountain Dew or my favorite foods and I’d been awake for over twenty-four hours, the last flight four hours of “we don’t serve you food anymore” – I would want someone bringing me food too.
Especially since all food places were closed by the time she arrived.
I think she was happy.
She even shared the food with me as she struggled not to pass out on her feet.
I really missed her.
Tuesday was a fabulous day.
So I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Because the universe must have balance.
And I pray Murphy isn’t saving it for traveling this Friday, as I schlep myself and the kids – sans CG – to Iowa again for a family visit.
Hopefully with my luggage this time.