Glad For A Quiet Weekend

It was really nice not to have gone camping. After spending a week of heightened emotion having Angie here, it was good to have some quiet time to let the boys "reset" themselves. It ended up raining for some time on Sunday....at least in town; I don't know if it rained at the campground, but I am thankful we weren't there.

We have played it pretty low key since Angie left. Nick and I are still feeling the affects of disappointment from her leaving, and although Joey still talks about her coming to visit when it's all snowy (which she mentioned wanting to see Alaska in the snow), he is getting more focused on the upcoming visit of Nanny and Papa Buddy. Only nine more (no, eight more, since it is passed midnight) days!

There is not much to report from here. The weather has continued to gloomy...and it's supposed to be summer. I can already tell a difference in the amount of daylight. In fact, we will have lost almost an hour of daylight between Angie's visit and my parents' visit. An hour doesn't seem like much...but when you know that in a matter of a couple short months, you hardly have any light at all, it is a huge difference.

For example; by the first of September, we will have a "normal" 14 1/2 hours of daylight, but lose 45 minutes in just two weeks. It gets worse; by mid-September we will have 13 hours of daylight, but two weeks later, (beginning of October) we will only have 11 hours! We lose TWO HOURS in just two weeks. That happens again for the next four weeks, where we lose 1.5 hours by mid-October, and another 2 hours by November 10th...for a total of only 7.5 hours. By the end of this year we will only have 5.5 hours. That is not that many "two-week" increments away. The daylight slips away fast up here, and I can feel the despair start clawing its way back up my throat. I will have to fight for every day of survival. I wish I felt up to the fight. Hopefully this winter will be a little easier where the boys are concerned, especially Baby Nick. He won't be a little baby this year, so he shouldn't be as much emotional work without the support of family close by.

Joey is already asking Daddy for a "Chrisin" tree so we can get presents. This year, more than ever, I will try to turn his focus on Why we celebrate Christmas, on Whom we celebrate. I can't believe it is already a reasonable time to start thinking about Christmas again.

Before I start getting too depressed...I better get ready for bed.