Well, I just got the punch to my stomach.  The whole I love my birthday…well, that’s done.  Baby Hulk is off the wait list at Rogers.  I completed the paperwork this afternoon with a very heavy heart.  I’m not happy.  My mind had accepted that he was home, and the year was set.  Now it’s not, and I immediately had the same feelings I had when Goose left home.  (Anyone not remember?  I have only two regrets in life…not doing study abroad and not homeschooling.)

The discussion was short.  It didn’t go my way, despite the “new” reasons I have to keep Baby Hulk home.  I felt them compelling.  Not compelling enough.

So now, I’m feeling more than a bit frantic.  Instead of using it for evil, I’ll be positive and push myself towards finishing the summer intentionally.  I had been planning to look over ideas, but it’s been busy since we came home.  Now I’m forced to do it because I want every second to count.  Not to be full of activities, but to count.  With that thought, I would like to…

• spend an afternoon doing puzzles
• play soccer outside
• make stepping stones for my birthday
• make blueberry cake with BH
• make peach cobbler
• plan the drive to Colorado so that we take advantage of what we can see on the way
• plan vacation
• read books with each child.  Every day.
• go to the beach, yes Galveston
• see The Lion King with Goose and Baby Hulk
• go to the YAC
• swim
• go bowling
• see friends we haven’t seen in forever
• go back to Austin for a quick trip
• get snowballs
• finish reading 4 books before summer ends
• go back to daily mass, there is a noon mass
• adoration would be nice too
• celebrate a couple of feast days
• finish one house project
• organize all of the kids clothes, simplify everything
• do a few arts and crafts projects
• buy new shoes for each child
• have a girls night for fun and for crafting

I’m sure there are other things I could think of, but for now this is it.  I just want to enjoy my time with my kids.  Soon enough someone else will spend more time with them than me, then I will get the joy of doing useless homework, anxiously waiting for the weekend.  Sigh.