Everyone is talking about the new Ikea that is going to open tomorrow in Centennial. Some people are already camping outside, hoping to be one of the first customers – the first people in will receive free couches, armchairs, gift vouchers. When I arrived home today and checked the post there was a big glossy catalog waiting for me. I have looked through it and feel sick that I can’t go and have a huge spending spree. All of a sudden I want to live in a sleek, minimal environment. I do have some nice things, the trouble is I just want to get rid of everything since my divorce, I am so over my big oak table and dark patterned rugs, I loathe the filthy old couch that came from the basement of the old house. But even if I could afford new things, would it be stupid to spruce up a crumbling old trailer?? Surely I need all new things for mental health reasons. I think I’ll look through the catalog again tonight and make a wish list . . .
I’ve done a lot of driving this week – one result of Boy 2 starting school is that Mr W has not been here Tuesday/Wednesday/Thursday taking care of him and sometimes offering to go to Wendy’s and pick up Miss W. I was going to write ‘it has been a difficult week’ but in a way that applies to every week in a household with 2 teenagers and a Boy 2. When I was writing in my journal last night, ranting on about something, it occurred to me that in a year or 2 I’d probably be reading that entry and thinking ‘hmm, guess I was having a hard day’ but all that would remain of that day would be that rant in an old notebook. When I look back now it is hard to believe that 3 years have passed since I started blogging and I am now divorced, driving and a single mum of 2 teens and an almost teen. Some things never seem to change and I still have difficulties with certain people in my life which hang over me like a cloud, yet at the same time as I struggle along I have really never been happier. Just a few tweaks are needed here and there, but I think that can always be said of life.
I have scheduled someone to come out and take a look at the swamp cooler on Friday; it won’t be a minute too soon. I thought we could tolerate a few months without this comfort, using electric fans, I was wrong. Temperatures climb into the 90s in this house, it feels dreadful, cooking is almost impossible. Tonight I just heated up a flatbread chicken pizza as I couldn’t bear the thought of cooking chicken or making a stir-fry. Hopefully I’ll be able to get the pump in the swamp cooler replaced – which is what this man I spoke to seems to think is the problem.
I am still getting used to my new schedule, get Boy 2 on bus at 7 (it’s always early and waiting for me when I return with Miss W) then race off to work myself, start work at 7.30 and leave at 1.30. Then I have an hour and 20 minutes before Boy 2 returns at 2.50. I’m not used to him getting back until 4.30 so this seems ridiculously early, but is working out OK so far. Evenings I have spent reading The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet this week and watching a juicy, scandalous hour long episode of The Tudors before going to sleep and getting ready to do it all over again.
I left early for Wendy’s this morning, worried that I wouldn’t get back in time to get Boy 2 on his bus at 7.09 am. Luckily, the bus was already there at 6.45 and I drove like a madwoman home. Bus was already there so I half dragged a very sleepy Boy 2 out of the car and bundled him onto the bus. I think he was confused, he’s used to quite leisurely mornings listening to some music with me, taking his time over breakfast, even having a snooze. Well those lazy mornings are over, as the bus now arrives at 7.09 instead of 8.30. From what I can tell from the back and forth book, Boy 2 is happy, very interested in his surroundings, but will not leave the scab on his leg alone -aaargh! I found the liquid bandaid tonight but the spray didn’t work. How to get him to leave little scratches and scrapes alone so they don’t turn into major injuries??? He arrived home from school at 2.50, absolutely knackered, and promptly fell asleep in the kitchen.
I can’t seem to post more than 2 pictures in one post and that last one wouldn’t allow me to add text. But we admired the view and then we drove into Illinois and Wisconsin that evening, as Dubuque is somehow poised at the intersection of 3 states. We visited a ridiculously expensive little shop selling European chocolates and bought 2 each, one of mine was a white mouse with a soft center, they were delicious! We had breakfast the next morning at the hotel. I didn’t want to leave. It had been more beautiful and fun that I’d expected.