Because we've had three adult children living at home this summer, my husband and I have been able to travel whenever we wanted. With-a-Why has been happy to hang out with his older three siblings and the gang of extras. Shaggy Hair Boy has been driving him to his piano lessons, picking up the CSA vegetables every Tuesday, and running other necessary errands. My daughter and Boy in Black are pretty responsible about taking care of the household, even if their rules might be slightly different than mine would be. It’s been an odd sense of freedom after all these years, to know that I can just pack my suitcase and leave, without worrying about who will feed the cats or mow the lawn.
This week I’ve been home just long enough to catch up on emails, do some laundry, and then pack my suitcase again. Tomorrow, my husband and I leave for a week-long vacation, just the two of us. We’re visiting the oldest of the national parks, a place we’ve never been before. The park features an active volcano, but not much internet access, so I’ll post photos when I return.
