Pete left today - by himself to drive to the land of cheese for 12 weeks off.
I could tell he is worried that I won't be able to handle it -- 2 kids, working, pick up, drop off, the schedule.
Anyway -- so it begins. Mike with a combo of sitters and playdates, Liam in school and the ever-popular TAP (therapeutic afterschool program) every day and then out on Thursday, and Lee juggling, while Pete drives East - stopping to see Patrick, making annual stops at every Cabela's between San Francisco and Eau Claire, and driving long stretches alone with no one to talk to unless he picks up the phone.
Sunday after the choir picnic the boys and I fly to Wisconsin and then it's weeks of camp and swimming and golf and grampa.
What an awesome thing for everyone. We never would have thought of it if mom hadn't gotten sick - but then it was the thing to do - pack up and got spend the time she had left in the land of cheese. Of course that was so much longer than anyone imagined -- 4 summers the boys were at the Green House with my mom and dad. And now this is the 3rd summer since she died and we're on our way back.
It's a huge gift to spend so much time with my dad on the lake. A "real" summer at a slower pace doing things they love with their dad around.
Who would have thunk it?
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