Life continues to be rich and full in the Miser Mom household.
We try to have a "Family Fun Night" about once a week, and this week was one of those wonderful gatherings where everything accidentally fell together perfectly. I-daughter and K-daughter came over for dinner, and after dinner little Baby-A had us all in stitches while she ran circles around J-son and N-son. Like, literally, she ran around her uncles in circles about 100 times, all three of them full of lots of energy. There was lots of giggling and fun.
My husband has ratcheted up his riding in anticipation of his long summer ride across Russia; on Saturday he rode to New Jersey (75 miles).
N-son has been grooving to his culinary arts program, and he's also snagged a few babysitting jobs, watching Baby-A while K-daughter is at her wedding planner job.
J-son got to spend the weekend with his birth dad --- this is the first time that they've gotten to meet face to face in well over a dozen years. It's good to see J-son forging these connections. He's also been working harder than ever at boxing (if that's even possible), and his coach is talking about maybe taking him pro someday.
As for me, I had an experience this week that I haven't had since 1996: I almost lost my planner (my calendar/to-do list/external memory). The last time this happened, I had been out to a restaurant with my then-boyfriend and another friend, and when we got in the car to go home, I realized I didn't have my planner with me. Fortunately, my friend called to say I'd left it at his home . . . but until I got the phone call, I was in an awful emotional state (and the fact that my then-boyfriend thought it was funny is probably a big part of the reason he's no longer my boyfriend).
At any rate, this week I gave a talk at a nearby college and accidentally left my planner behind in the room where I spoke. I spent an anxious 90 minutes driving around and trying to find it again (the organizers had picked it up and taken it to the dean's office), but eventually I was happily reunited with my planner, . . . and so all is good with the world again.