Three day weekends always seem to be harder from which to recover. You'd think starting the work week on a Tuesday would make it all easier, only four days of work and all, but somehow it is harder. Or maybe that's just us. In the span of a week we discovered that the new (to us) car we bought for my teenage son to drive might have a problem that will cost over a grand to fix. I'm somehow already so overcommitted I can barely see straight, and it's only early September. The extra teenager in the house is doing great, but he's also busy, playing soccer and doing debate. My husband is in a high travel period, anywhere from 2-4 days per week on the road. So, my oldest teenager is basically acting as the other carpooling parent in the household. Did I mention the car is suspect?
The good news is that I'm the only one really freaking out underneath it all. Everyone is doing great. School is great, job is great, the kids are alright. We are getting into a good rhythm. The only problem I foresee in the near future is that our friend from Korea is going to need new clothes. He's 5'7" -ish with a 28 waist, according to his laundry. (He actually does his own laundry, but I sometimes switch it over. I'm no Mommy Dearest here.) He's taken to helping himself to ice cream after dinner, which is totally fine, I want him to feel like it's his home. He also really likes Rice Crispy Treats as snacks. But when soccer season is over, and our American eating habits catch up to him, it might get interesting real quick.