Crazy...

When my children were younger, much younger, our weekends were jam-packed with nothing much actually.

We lived in a suburban town on Long Island, NY and I was going to college and co-running a cleaning business while my children were in grade school. During school nights we would do our homework and study together at the kitchen table. So when the weekends came, we hung out together, did chores together and had some of their and/or my friends over for a simple day of hanging out and dinner.

My children are grown and on their own.

Last month I moved to a different state.

Things have changed.

Here in this small, one traffic light, rutal town where Capt and I live you'd think life with children would be more simple.

You'd be wrong. Very wrong.

It seems like everyone here with children, including Capt, runs themselves crazy on weekends with sports practices, sports games (sometimes 5 on one Saturday), birthday parties, dances, play dates, etc. There doesn't seem like there is enough time to relax and hang out together.

And chores, how do they ever get done? I'm all about the cleaning.

Running around after Capt and the kids is exhausting, so exhausting that by Saturday afternoon I'm most likely to cry "Uncle" and retreat to my house for a few hours where I clean, do laundry and cook....then light a fire and read a book. They just leave me alone and continue on with the madness.

Adjusting to this new life has been more difficult that I expected. I'm having my moments of home sickness and empty nest syndrome.

And my new job, let's just say I have to have a new attitude about it. I'm working on it.

Whoever said "be careful what you wish for", knew something.

And yet, my dreams are all coming true and I'm loving all this.