In an unexpeted turn of events this weekend, like in a two hour span on Sunday, the boys headed to Pa. with Chris to spend two weeks with in the family.
That's right - TWO WEEKS.
I can't remember the last time I had this much time alone. It's been almost eight years since Jason was born. Eight years. That's a long time. Now, that's not to say I haven't had days here and there. But there's always an underlying feeling of having to rush during those moments. Rush to get things done, rush to pick the kids up-- clock watching. You know what I mean.
Believe it or not, as long as two weeks sounds, I do have commitments to work and babysitting a co-workers kids to keep me busy.
But, there is going to be significant time for me to be alone. Alone! It gives me time to do chores around here- continue the endless painting, purge toys, clean out various boxes and rooms.
It also give me studio time. It gives me time to go to the pond and sit and read a book. It gives me time for reflection. I have a lot circling in this brain of mine. I'm considering a job change. A haircut. Running. Being healthy. Becoming more sufficient here at the farm.
Lots to consider, and two weeks to do it.