The Homestretch

I have come to the sudden realization that we are in the final 10 weeks of being homestay parents. There is quite a difference looking back over 3 terms than there is looking ahead to 3 terms. Where has the time gone? I was reading a book on the couch the other day. (It is noteworthy that I should record that activity on the blog, since it happens so infrequently... dat mei ek wol in de krante!!) ....and out of the corner of my eye I spotted the drying rack. I spotted little 10 year old sized sweatshirts and t shirts on there. In 10 weeks, there won't be any . I will miss that. There won't be any little "Kevin trails" throughout the house that are evidence that he was busy doing something, then got busy with something else and left everything laying where he sat. I will miss that (I think). There won't be a pile of lumps on his unmade bed of crumpled blankets, and his pajama pants won't be sitting in front of his closet with two perfect holes where his feet were when he stripped them straight down to the floor and stepped out of them. There won't be anything in that room and the bed will be made all the time. There won't be constant chatter and requests for playing a game.

Homestretch is a melancholy word today.

In other news....my tulips are buried under 10 cm of snow, and most likely Craig's soccer tryouts will be postponed again. I'm out of eggs and I want to make Bahmi, so I have to head out to the farm and I'll pick the boys up on the way home. I also need dog shampoo because the dog stinks. And I baked a cake today and don't have a meeting until Thursday!