This week, my house emptied.
On Sunday afternoon, I took Fiona, along with Fiona's friend Rachel and her mom, to camp for the week. It's a sailing camp, where they will get Red Cross certification in small craft safety/sailing and basic water rescue. Which is now the third thing that Fiona knows how to do that I don't, and didn't teach her (the others being how to play a piano and Irish Dance). She's growing up.
On Tuesday, over the course of the morning beginning at 3:30 am and ending at noon, I met Troy's ex, his son's mother, and dropped her off at where she's going to be staying in Belleville. She took their son with her (this was a plan--Troy has had him for 2 months while she lived out of state).
Billy went to his new school for a week long day camp, beginning each day as Jake left for work and coming home around the same time Jake does.
Troy of course went to work too, except when he had an overnight concrete pour Tuesday night, in which case he did that and came home midday on Wednesday.
So it's been Daisy and me in the house.
And the weather broke, which is a misnomer: the weather FIXED. The windows are open right now. It's dry and beautiful. It's like how St. Louis summer is supposed to be--10 days of hot followed by a 4 day break followed by muggy followed by another break, and so forth. Last summer was downright traumatic.
But I digress. The house emptied out and my mind had some space. Some breathing room. I spent today getting the place clean again--last week was terribly busy and we were in emergency mode. But now things are clean and organized, and frankly, the longer Troy stays, the cleaner the place gets because I sort through more and figure out how to make things more hospitable. Less like a mess that he has to step over and more like someplace you might want to come home to and sit a minute.
I like a full house a lot. It's a whirlwind. But when it's combined with too many early mornings and too many late nights, seven people and one bathroom and 4 kids and all that? It starts to wear me down. I needed a break. I think we all did, whether we are here in the house or away for the week.
So I pick up Fiona tomorrow; it is the last day for Billy's camp. Daisy goes to an art camp (day) next week, and I don't think Troy's son will be back yet from his mom's. I expect several morning spent having coffee and a scone at my sister-in-law's bakery while prepping for class.
God is good. Truly this summer has purpose and meaning deeper than I can see right now. And this week was the week to rest before getting up to do more work.