Hard to believe it's June 1st. Even though the kids still have a week+ of school - and summer never (really) starts in Seattle until July 5th (after inevitable rain on the 4th) - it feels like our 'summer' starts this week. I told Karri last night over dinner (another impromptu 'date night') that it feels like we've been slowly click-clacking our way to the highest point on the roller coaster. This weekend is the crest where you catch your breath, stick your hands up in the air, and get ready for the ride that will be Summer 2013.
It's a relatively uneventful weekend for us. No lacrosse, no basketball tournaments, no entertaining. Just a track meet (last one!) and a soccer game on Sunday.
Last night felt very similar to last Friday. Thomas had a buddy over after school, then basketball practice, then back here for a sleepover. Matthew had a CYO dance - last one of the school year. Victoria and a friend spent the evening at the pool with a gaggle of their classmates. In between shuttling kids around, Karri and I were able to sneak in another quiet, though quick, dinner together.
As for 'shuttling' kids around... I drove six 7th grade boys - and one brave 7th grade girl - to the dance last night. We've apparently become the go-to family for driving kids to the dances. Matthew said it felt like every boy in his class asked him at school if they could have a ride to the dance (about 15 minutes away). For many of the dances this year, he's had a handful of boys come over right after school. They play basketball, jump on the trampoline and do general, goofy, 7th-grade-boy stuff. Then we feed them pizza and drive them to the dance. We are happy to have the boys congregate at our house. The nice part is, somebody else gets to pick them up at 10pm and drop 6 or 7 kids at their respective homes.
About 20 minutes before we were planning to leave, Matthew (somewhat sheepishly) asked if we could take 1 more person to the dance - a girl from a nearby school, who the boys know from the pool, who apparently couldn't find a ride. Emma showed up a few minutes later with her dad who, understandably, wanted to check out the situation. Soon after, we were piled in the car. We had to drive with all the windows down to avoid asphyxiation from all the 'AXE' deodorant body spray each of the boys had generously applied moments earlier! I don't remember having the same obsession with how I smelled when I was 13.
Need to get on with the day here. I'll be sure to include some pictures in my next post.
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