James and I went to a No Doubt concert last night with our friends Rob and Renee. I think I overhopped.
That Gwen--girlfriend has some energy. She hopped, jumped, bounced and ran for two hours. Even did a few push-ups. And her hair horns stayed perfectly in place. Amazing.
(And the people-watching at that concert? Holy. Cow.)
I, however, feel like I'm going to die. It was a very late night. But then, yesterday was a very busy day. Actully, it was a very busy weekend. Earlier in the week I wrote out a to-do list, and I swore I would get through as much as possible. I managed to achieve quite a bit. One item was "cookies." I handled that on Saturday with Gingersnap-Raspberry Sandwiches (p. 105).
I chose them because one ingredient is "good raspberry jam." Please. I make the best raspberry jam. I'm not sure my family liked them; I guess they're not ginger fans. But I was all about crossing things off my list, so I was happy. Also, I was on a ginger kick that started last Monday with ginger/honey/lemon martinis with Renee. Mmmm.
We'd been having a hard time pulling off a Martini Night, but when James took Christian salmon fishing for two days, we found our opportunity. Christian caught a 17.5 pound salmon, and I got a little break from the family schedule.
That schedule can be exhausting. There's always something going on. Some things are planned, like camping trips and concerts and soccer practices. But some things, like yesterday's decision to go innertubing, are impromptu. We spent the better part of the day on Lake Washington with the boys and Christian's friend Nate. The boat is all better after several weeks in the repair shop. This trip we had only two incidents: Nate jumping in the lake and getting his shorts caught on a cleat (he hung there until James could unhook him), then Nate jumping off the boat and missing the dock (he splashed around until James could haul him out). I would have helped him, but I was busy trying to hang onto the boat. Long story.
This week Christian has no summer camp plans, so I'm working from home. It seemed like a good idea in March when I made these plans. But now, not so sure. I like routine. And going to the office is routine.
Is it too early to start looking forward to fall? Renee and I compared schedules for the rest of the summer, and it's overwhelming. Camping trips (three more planned), a Dave concert, soccer tournaments, mother-in-law's garage sale, mother-in-law's move, preschool field trips, birthday parties (Renee and I are having to combine our two 11-year-olds' kid parties to make it work), middle school orientation, family get-togethers, book club meetings. And that's just the fun stuff.
So Gwen Stefani may be able to hop around a stage for two hours at age 40, but can she juggle 24/7?
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