Unlike other years, this semester Robby will be going to his enrichment school twice a week. While he is ecstatic, I am less than enthusiastic with the extra driving. I know that I will come to cherish our time together in the car, but that doesn't mean that it isn't difficult to juggle in the present. This is the first week with our new schedule and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it is manageable.
This past weekend was miserable! We had a wicked storm roll through the area on Friday, dropping nearly 5 inches of rain within 2 hours. We lost a small tree but were spared the widespread damage experienced by so many of our neighbors. Our power was knocked out but it was restored before cell phone batteries died so a crisis was averted.
Saturday we had another round of strong storms sweep through, dropping another 3 inches of rain. All totaled we had over 8 inches of rain throughout the weekend. Our yard has been transformed into a leaf-littered mud pit. Even Friend doesn't want to go outside right now.
Yesterday the boys and I baked cookies for our traditional 9/11 firehouse visit. As I was pulling the last tray out of the oven it occurred to me that this may be the last year that Robby goes to the firehouse with me. Next year he may be in college or working and he may not be around. That realization brought tears to my eyes but I quickly did my best to swallow them back down. This is going to be a difficult year if I cry every time another milestone or tradition passes.
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