the week ahead, the week behind
Our lives seem to hinge on "two weeks."
Two weeks to hear about things that have been brewing for two weeks.
The boys start school in about two weeks (they are ignoring this), it's been about two weeks since K heard about an opportunity he'd like to explore (but the person he was talking to left for two weeks), I am waiting to hear about a job with someone I'd love to work with (that person is gone for two weeks), and I'm meeting with someone else who is about to offer me a job (this person would probably appreciate an answer from me within two weeks).
I suppose it is all par for the course in August, people being away.
And although we are being very good about occupying our time while we wait I have just about had enough. I feel the way I did during the last two weeks of pregnancy - one knows the baby will come but wants to know WHEN.
I'd like to phone my friend M (a professional psychic) but I'm pretty sure she is away, undoubtedly returning in two weeks. (As a side-note, I should mention that M is interested in expanding her business. She does readings over the phone and is startling accurate. If anyone would like to hire her drop me an email.)
I've got to turn my thinking around at this point as I realize that this will pass, that we will look back at this summer as (probably) my last one at home, that K has been home for several summers in the course of our lives, that my boys deserve to have fun for the next two weeks.
Middle has started his applications, he wrote to a professor last night for a letter of recommendation, is hashing out ideas for his essay (which must then be cinematographized) and could use a few more driving lessons.
Youngest has just started to get bored. I told him, the other day, that kids need to be bored during summer vacation, that he will have few times in his life where he is lucky enough to be able to sit around.
Listen to me. I'm a genius.