Good morning! Twerp reconditioning day 3 has begun. I would like to tell you that we have taken some magnanimous steps to assert our control. I would love to brag about my superior parenting skills. I would be ecstatic to share with you my stories of twerpdom triumph. But, alas, I really have not done a single thing. It seems the disruption of the twerp nation has been all that was needed to jolt them back to reality. Outside of some typical 4 and 5 year old hyperactive craziness I could not describe my children as anything less than superbly angelic. In fact, I have been so impressed by their behavior that I have stopped referring to them as merely my 'offspring.' There is a spring in my step. It must be Daddy pride.
I do have two conundrums, however. I miss my Sydney. While I am sure she is having a tremendously good time at camp I miss her. I miss seeing her in the mornings and getting that first snuggle. I miss swimming in the pool with her and doing laps with her on my back. I miss my little compadre. On the other hand, I clearly don't miss the devilish 3 and I know that upon her return the gaggle will quickly regain its power and I fear falling back into the same behavioral rut. I have to find away to keep things shook up. I just haven't figured out what that is.
Yesterday, we received a bit of a surprise. Both Graham and Ainsley had been wait-listed by the camp that Sydney is attending. You may recall that I stated that they were booked full. Well, as it turns out, 2 spots opened up yesterday afternoon and it looks like they will get to go after all. Early tomorrow morning we will load them up on the bus to spend the day at Camp Sanguinity. Sydney will be completely and utterly excited to see them and I know they can't wait to see her as well. It will be an excellent reunion for them.
As for me, well, I really don't know what I will do with myself. Me, without rugrats? I don't even know what to think. I guess I will just bask in the glow of a little freedom. I know they will have a great time. I know they will be in good hands.
No worries.
I might just decide to spend the typing away on my computer in my jammies and flip flops.
Well, I had best be off. I have a few meetings today and a mountain of neuroblastoma research proposals to review. In fact, I have almost 30. That is approximately 3000 pages of medical jargon and I only have about a week to get all of my reviews in.
I am not going to be very exciting over the next few days. In fact, I may just be the most boring person on the planet.
But, I will have significant purpose.
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