I am flying solo again here. And to be quite honest, I was a bit down. I have done this a million and one times now, but it still seems to catch me off guard. Not that I can't do bedtime and dinner by myself. I can. But every time he leaves, it just reminds me how much more fun things are with him around. I tend to be the taskmaster, the "do-er". And he balances me out, reminding me to have a little fun now and then. Everything is more fun with him around. Heck, cleaning the garage can feel like a birthday party with him leading the charge.
We missed him the minute he was not here for breakfast. And the day got worse from there...boys arguing despite my turning on the TV, whining at every my every suggestion, the day was misty and cold and all I wanted to do was curl up in the quiet. Maybe sit a spellwith the new flickr group Amanda and Stef have started. However, despite it all, we put on our rain jackets and went for a walk in the woods.
We were treated to the most amazing display of shelf fungus (bracket fungus) we've ever seen. The orange and yellow specimen above is called sulfur shelf fungus or "chicken of the woods" and is edible if you are ever stranded in the woods. Luckily we brought trail mix and apples.
There has been a lot of talk about paths lately. Which has me thinking about the paths we have chosen for our family. But even more about the paths we have chosen NOT to take. Especially with regards to educating them. More on that once I snap out of my funk. Maybe we need to go take another walk.
Much love to you all.