Mad Rush

It’s Friday, so it seemed appropriate to don a Lilly Pulitzer skirt, and in lieu of its accompanying royal blue cashmere top, I chose a cooler LL Bean polo for this soon-to-be 90 degree day.
Last day of science camp today. In about an hour and a half, after I’ve dropped Darian off and come back home, the officers from the gifted student group will be here to go over the website in detail and make any changes. Coffee, water, and pastries to be arranged and served; paperwork to distribute, five small children to situate and entertain throughout. That should bring us up to lunch, then during Caroline’s truncated nap, I’ll start packing for our weekend up in DC with my mother. I’ll get her up an hour earlier than she’d prefer, to go pick up her brother. We’ll then run out to Target to get a few things we need, and a few more things I’m not yet aware of until I start packing. Home to prepare, eat, clean up after dinner; bathe children and dog, play with and read to them (children; although Ivy is almost always on hand at storytime) until bedtime, then finish up packing and get to bed early, because we’re due in Washington before lunch.
The weekend will be a mad rush as well. Lunch with Mother, then leaving husband, Caroline, and Ivy at the house for C’s nap while Mother, Darian, and myself head out to the Lego store at the mall for his Big Birthday Gift, to be selected by himself. Back to Mother’s, then over to Daddy’s for a brief visit with him and his wife before going back to Mother’s for dinner and birthday cake. Bath, bed business again, and then hopefully Mother will have some nice refreshments for us once we are able to sit down.
I tolerated my parents’ decision to divorce reasonable well when I was thirteen and it all went down–they did their best to accommodate my brother and me, even though it got more irritating the older we got to give up Sunday afternoon activities with friends to go do homework at my father’s apartment. His girlfriend appeared on the scene during my adolescence, an opposite of my ladylike mother, loud and opinionated and occasionally fun. They got married just last year after 20-odd years of togetherness, and although my father insisted it was just for financial or insurance reasons, times have certainly changed. She sets his schedule, answers the phone for him, answers his email, and sadly limits his access to his grandchildren. She openly dislikes small children and is in a near panic when we go to visit, so to keep the peace, we keep the visits short. Which is too bad, because my father adores small children and is very good with them. I hope things will relax and improve as my children (and my brother’s) get older–she seems to do better with people who can communicate, so perhaps it will improve.
Anyway, all the running hither and yon is exhausting for the children and a bit annoying for their parents! But we do it because we love my dad and want our little ones to know him for the unique and interesting individual that he is. It will be a mad rush, but we’ll be glad we did it anyway. Have a wonderful weekend!
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