The little kids have finally arrived in Illinois. Finally. They arrived at our house yesterday afternoon and after showing their father and step-mother their new bedrooms, they dived into unpacking. OK I dived into unpacking and TW tried to dive into unpacking but we ran into some issues. The Prince was only interested in unpacking his TV and game cube. Once he got those unpacked he was too tired to unpack anything else.
Liz was very interested in unpacking but she was easily distracted when she discovered Michelle had allowed her American Girl doll to move to Illinois. From then on, Liz stood next to me with the Molly and ran commentary on whatever I unpacked. (Or Molly ran commentary on everything I unpacked.)
RJ showed no interest in unpacking. TW made the mistake of handing her the scooter and from then on, the child came in only to get some water and talk about whatever she’d been thinking while she scootered. She did head upstairs with me shortly before dinner to get her bed into place and she was interested in getting her bird lights hung up but we had some technical difficulties with that and got called down to dinner before we were successful.
They begged to watch Gilmore Girls, so after more technical problems related to TW having control of the remote control, we watched a few episodes. Liz has suggested we need to watch three a day to make up for the entire month of July. geez kid, I don’t think so.
It’s good to have them “home”. Really good but if you’re still reading, here’s where I tell you that it’s also really hard to have them here. It makes me miss the big kids even more than I already was.
The new normal isn’t going to include running into Chris in CVS or seeing him run into the LYS on Sunday just to say hello or having him stop by a couple of days before pay day to “borrow” some money or to have him drop off his laundry swearing that he’ll be back to move it to the dryer.
The new normal doesn’t include Michelle stomping around overhead, telling us all about what the dumb people at work did or the cool people at work did. It doesn’t include her talking endlessly about her wardrobe or her life plans or not talking endlessly about those things.
The new normal will be fine but right now, it’s not normal and I don’t love it.
Jumper Girl has been in Mexico for a week, and will be there for another week — then a handful of days and she’s back to school.
I do miss her.
xxoo
I’m sorry.
I want to say more but I can’t think of anything helpful to say.
Good grief Prince J looks…like a teenager! That is so not allowed.
🙁 about the big kids.
I know exactly what you mean with the big kids. I miss the two that didn’t come with me terribly. Mr 18 is about to become Mr 19, and I won’t be there. Third-son got this driver’s license and I wasn’t there. It’s OK, the boys are doing alright, but it’s not normal at all yet and darn it, I miss them. 🙁 I feel for you.
Oh Denise…the ‘little’ ones don’t even seem that little to me….but of course….in comparison. Not much unpacking on their end, huh? They look great though. There’s just no way you’re not going to think about your older ones sweetie….no way. It’s a tough thing not having them ALL with you. We talked about this on Thursday….I miss the hell out of my two girls who live away. I live on the fumes they leave every time they come in….and Jory barely leaves me any fumes from her visits…..(((((((((((big hugs to you sweetie))))))))))))
{{{{{D & TW & all the Flamingo Fledglings, present and absent}}}}}
It’s so hard, I know. You’ll adapt, of course. That’s what moms do. But you don’t have to be happy about it and you won’t be and I’m sorry.
Change sucks. The little kids are looking like big kids more and more each day.
Ah, the little kids are indeed getting to be big kids. But, much like the baby of the family will be the baby of the family at age 80, or the Brady Bunch girls will be girls with hair of gold like their mother, the little kids will be the little kids even as we respect the fact that they indeed are big kids.