Coffee Talk 08.19.18
Good morning, friends! What a week it’s been…
We had our closets installed on Monday in the pouring rain, and areas all over the Philly suburbs were flooded — including my beloved King of Prussia Mall. We all stayed home and off the roads, and then the sun came out on Tuesday and promptly dried everything out.
It’s taken me most of the week to get my closet organized the way I want it, and I think I’m done… until it’s time to switch over to my fall wardrobe.
On Tuesday, Alison came over and we shot a ton of looks for the blog. It feels so good to be set with new content for the next couple of weeks! I’ve been reworking old content all month, for lack of anything else to post. That’s actually been good, though. Those posts needed to be updated anyway, and by republishing them, they get more eyes on them than if I’d just updated them and left them in my archives to be found by Pinterest and Google searches.
Wednesday was my youngest child’s Middle School Open House, where she got to find her locker and her classrooms and walk through her class schedule and get acclimated. She saw a bunch of friends — and I got reacquainted with some moms I knew back in her preschool days, which was cool. They’re all back together at the middle school after being at different elementary schools for the past 7 years.
This one is by far the most social of my 3 kids, and I expect her to participate in all of the events the middle and high school years have to offer, so that should be fun.
It occurred to me this week that with my middle child homeschooling, I’m missing out on a lot of the typical teenage activities with her — she won’t have any more back-to-school nights, choir concerts, parent-teacher conferences, or school dances. And while she will have a high school graduation ceremony, it won’t be the same… I won’t know anyone, and the location won’t be familiar or full of memories. That really hit me at my son’s high school graduation last spring. I remember looking at my youngest and saying, The next time I do this, it will be with you!
It’s weird to realize that while I’m used to going through all of the typical parenting milestones three times, for these iconic high school years, I’m only getting to experience them twice.
It’s okay, though. Allowing her to do a cyber charter school at home has turned out to be one of the best parenting decisions I ever made. She’s never been happier or more confident, and at this point she plans to continue through the rest of her high school career. (She’s in 10th grade.)
Anyway. As if that wasn’t enough to process in one one week, we had a gathering at our house on Thursday night with good friends from our former neighborhood, and then we packed up my son and moved him into his college dorm on Friday morning.
As it turned out, it was all a bit anticlimactic because there weren’t a lot of other kids moving in. Classes don’t start until next week, so Friday was only move-in day for the band kids, as far as I know — maybe for some of the sports teams too, but we didn’t see a lot of action. In a way, that was nice. There was no waiting for elevators or trying to squeeze our way through the narrow hallways with all the other kids and family members moving their stuff in.
We only had a two-hour window to get things taken care of, and we ended up spending an hour of that on a Target run to get a rug, so I was only able to make his bed for him before it was time for him to go to his first band practice. I left him with the rest of the room to set up and decorate on his own time, but he doesn’t like me fussing over him anyway, so that worked out fine. Plus his room is really small, and there wasn’t enough space for all of us to be in there for long. Hopefully he’ll take some time to hang his pennants and posters and unpack his clothes… but it’s up to him now!
It wasn’t terribly hard to leave, and I think that’s partly because I didn’t have to walk away and leave him in his dorm. Instead, we drove him and his roommate over to the music center and dropped them off for band practice, where there was only time for a quick good-bye in the car. Paul and I agree that it feels like we just dropped him off at summer camp.
Here at home, I’ve had some melancholy moments, but it really doesn’t seem that final, and he’s not that far away. Plus he’s with a friend, and he seemed happy and confident when we left, so I’m not worried about him adjusting or finding his tribe. And we get to go back down next weekend to see the marching band perform, so I’m looking forward to that. I hope we get to see him afterwards and maybe take him out for dinner, but we’ll have to play that by ear, so to speak! He may not be available, and if not, that’s fine too. I’m just trying to go with the flow and let him have as much independence as he wants.
And despite all of that, my crazy emotion-filled week wasn’t over yet!
We only had a few hours at home Friday afternoon before it was time to head over to the high school for the marching band parents’ preview night, where my 7th grader performed for the first time in the middle school marching band. That should have been a fun night, albeit a tad bittersweet, but this rainy summer got us again, and they had to move the performances indoors due to thunderstorms in the area.
So instead of enjoying a nice summer night in the football stadium, we had to crowd into the high school auditorium, and the 3 marching bands (there is a combined one for the elementary schools, then a middle school band and a high school band) performed there — without the marching, obviously.
My daughter is the one on the marimba. Evidently they were told to look serious, lol! And I don’t know why she doesn’t wear a hat.
She the only kid on mallets this year, so she will be by herself in the pit, but she doesn’t mind too much. She’s been able to make friends with kids in other sections, and she didn’t want to do the marching part anyway. She was intimidated by learning a whole routine, although she has been participating some when they’re practicing, and she’s learning that it’s not as hard as she had feared.
Saturday was spent visiting the in-laws and back-to-school shopping, and last night we all crashed in the family room and watched The Devil Wears Prada. My poor husband… he’s already bemoaning the fact that he’s the only male in the house now. He is going to get overruled on ev-er-y-thing. Haha!
As for today, I had a nice 3-mile run this morning and church afterwards. It’s a dreary day, so perfect for napping, but that may not be in the cards. I’ve got some tidying up to do around the house, and I’m going to try to bribe Paul into replacing our master bedroom ceiling fan — our new one arrived yesterday, and I can’t wait to get it installed. We have a prayer meeting tonight, and then tomorrow it starts all over again. It will be our last week before school starts for all 3 kids, but they’re all pretty much set with clothes and school supplies, so I’m hoping for a fun and relaxing week. The weather is looking up, so I plan to enjoy the pool and savor the last days of summer.
Anyway! That’s the latest from me. I hope this next week is a little less eventful than last, but I can’t complain. Everyone seems to be in a good place, and I’m ready to get back to a routine and find our new normal.
Have a great rest of your day!