While Dan is still away on business, and Joe is dodging typhoons, earthquakes and tropical storms in Japan, Luke and Em and I have had j u s t a b o u t as much fun as we're going to have with one another this summer.
The novelty of eating out has worn off. Granted my budget and their culinary tastes don't allow us to do much beyond the usual sandwich and hamburger places. Last night, we stretched and went to a really nice pizza place, with a salad bar, pizza buffet and little t.v.'s at each table. As I sat, vowing I would never eat pizza again, the two of them argued about what show to watch on the little TV. It was a fun time.
We've seen every PG movie that's been released this summer, and Luke has seen every PG-13 movie that he's certain involves NO ROMANCE or yuck like that. We've reached the maximum allotted sleepovers that I can stomach. We've worn out the carpet in the youth section at the library and claimed our prizes for the summer reading program. We've stayed up late and eaten popsicles on the back porch until our tongues are deep purple and red.
The two of them can't wait for Joey to get home so they'll have someone else to blame for the dirty glasses and empty yogurt containers that mysteriously appear on the coffee table. I can't wait for Dan to get home so there will be someone else in the house who doesn't whine about what's for dinner, take pleasure in changing the channel when others aren't looking, and can drive himself wherever he needs to be.
Tonight, we're invited to a friend's house for . . . pizza. But it's okay. Because there will be other kids there for mine to swim with and then play pool. And I get to visit with my girlfriends and count the days with them until school begins. And tomorrow. . . Dan is home, and it's one week until Joey gets home.
Life is good.