I’ll get to the e-mail. But first a brief synopsis of our day, which provides context for the bit about the e-mail at the end.
To commemorate the first post-school day of summer, my mom and I took Chloe and Sophie to the boardwalk. The weather forecast was iffy this morning and until the last minute, we were uncertain we’d make it down to the beach.
At least we’re coordinated. I arrive home from Peru and the hubby leaves for Nashville on Tuesday. Unlike me, he’s traveling for work, not fun. He returns home on Friday and we co-parent together next week. And then he’s off to Nashville again. By the time he returns home a second time, Chloe and Sophie will have just three more days of school and we’ll have a few short weeks to prepare for our trip to France.
We woke up this morning to a house that was technologically cut off from the world. No phone, no TV, no Internet. For no apparent reason, other than our Verizon FIOS service decided it didn’t want to work anymore.
In a recent post, I mentioned in passing that one of the great gifts of relinquishing my paycheck has been the newly rediscovered ability to be spontaneous, which goes hand in hand with the luxury of having time to breathe.
In my last post, I mentioned that one of the nice surprises about my transition to Chief Mom Officer has been the great sense of peace that has settled over me.
I have now served as chief mom officer for four weeks. It’s been a fantastic month. That said, what I intended to be an extended vacation at home for the first few weeks of this new life phase has been anything but.
France just became the 14th country in the world to legalize same-sex marriage. France never seems to do anything quickly, but they accomplished this feat in just a few short months, which is actually pretty incredible to me. It certainly helped that President Hollande’s political party dominates the country’s two parliamentary houses. But this legislation is all the more striking to me as a dual American/French citizen, considering that here in the States this particular battle has been fraught for so long, despite the incredible progress that’s been made at the state level in the last few years.
Another day of senseless violence. I’ve grown so immune to it since 9/11 – whether it be guns, bombings, war or even the stories of extreme bullying – that my lack of shock at today’s events is horrifying in of itself (David Sirota’s article on salon.com about this very phenomenon is worth a read).
Now that I have the luxury of time, I have a list of projects that I hope to eventually complete. Maybe even before I turn 80. The list is varied and long – everything from the relatively small task of making a charitable donation on Chloe’s behalf (she gave me her charity money months ago and I have yet to take care of it for her) to the much larger task of writing a children’s book. And in between those two extremes are a lot of medium-sized projects that I’ve just recently thought of or that I’ve put off for way too long.
I’m not referring to the animal. Rather, today’s theme is one of the seven deadly sins. I haven’t had a chance to be much of a sloth since becoming Chief Mom Officer. In fact, I’ve been running around so much that working at home has been just about as exhausting as being paid to work.