... and I would drive 500 more ... and throw in another 500 or so just to make sure we make it home.
We made our annual pilgrimage to the Outer Banks of North Carolina early in August this year, with stops in Washington DC and in Charlottesville (way too briefly) on the way. It already seems like ages ago.
Today's pressing domestic duties:
Removing a of patch first-day-of-school slug slime from the back of Eight's shirt. Apparently a very large (and evidently very gooey) slug snuck up on him during the class trip to the pond they'll be studying all fall. Word has it Eight's teacher peeled the slug off and tossed it into the tall grass once they'd all had a good look. Needless to day, he's crazy about his teacher already. (Seriously, the goo is NOT washing out - it's still as sticky and shiny as it was 2 loads and a good soak later. Is there a biologist in the house? What is this stuff?)
Figuring out what to feed Eleven, 2 days into the Wonderland that's orthodontia. This may or may not include small jars of exactly what I was feeding her roughly a decade ago. Already tiring of pudding, yogurt, soup. Thirteen is up next: 2 teeth on their way out next week. Must find blender.
Planting (at least temporarily) the boxes of plants (mostly daylilies and iris) I dug up from the garden in Charlottesville, which have been languishing for 10 days now, poor things. As if the ride up interstate 95 in the back of a U Haul truck wasn't stressful enough. (We've moved the backyard playset north. Note to self: phone mulch guys. And, um, find out name of local mulch guys.)
Filling in the rest of the first stack of forms that came home from school yesterday. The good news: have finally memorized the phone number of the doctor's office. And even better: you know the lines where you have to fill in the names of friends or neighbors who will bail out your children when you're late for pick up? Got 'em, cell phone numbers and all. One more sign that this place is feeling like home.