If you listen closely, you can hear my wheels spinning round and round. When Donk got back from cq-ing and the boat last week, we knew he'd be on a short turnaround. He was supposed to be home for 2 or 3 days while good ol PSD gets the paperwork in order and he jumps on a rotator headed to Bahrain to meet up with the Ike. HA!!! Let me say that again!! HA!!
He's still here and we're both oh so happy about it. Yesterday he gets word he'll leave somewhere between Tuesday and Thursday. Okie Dokie, we drop everything. He packs while I'm on laundry duty. He's on his way home as we speak. He's not going today. AND we still have no definitive word on when. This drives me crazy. I just don't want the kids to be yanked around by this and get stuck saying Goodbye anymore than necessary. Plus, the sooner he leaves, the sooner me and the brood get into our groove. We function much better knowing which end is up. Call us crazy.
So... Sunday we had what I have termed The Last Supper. Patrick has started preparing bigger than usual meals (you know the kind... usually involving the words roast and/or gravy, multi-course) for our family on Sundays. This last one was no exception. I guess, he kinda figured this would most likely be it til his return next Fall. So, we sit down for the big meal. To candlelight. He had pulled out a pair of lilac candles from our wedding ceremony 1o years ago. Oh the irony, as we sat surrounded in the noise that is life with 5 kiddos. The brood even wanted the lights turned down. I guess you had to be there, but it was classic.
Saturday, Patrick pulled out all five kids' bikes and did the Spring maintenance on them. Meanwhile I kept them inside til he was all ready for them. No small feat, mind you. Boy, did we enjoy this Spring-like day!!
Guess who started using those pedal-thingies?!?