Received an early morning text from Noah. He was looking for his black socks in a hotel near Boston.
Woke up to 9 inches of fresh snow and a husband who was swearing at the snow blower.
Made chili. Cut open a green pepper that looked like an alien.
Watched The Bachelor season finale. I won't get that time back. I predict the happy couple, Nick and Vanessa, will never last.
Tuesday
Chris took Isaac to the dentist. Chris texted that Isaac was resisting, but the dentist got the job done. No cavities!
Participated in these conversations:
Me: You’ll always be my baby boy.
Henry: And you’ll always be my OLD mom.
Me: Having only two kids seems to be quite a bit easier.
Henry: Yeah, but it’s not nearly as fun.
Drove to Dubuque where we spent the day at Grand Harbor Resort and Waterpark.
While we were out and about, the van's left turn signal began to blink extra fast. I made a mental note to Google it.
Celebrated Pi Day at Happy Joe’s!
Noah’s choir teacher sent me a picture of him on one of the Boston Tea Party Ships.
While fully clothed, Isaac fell into the lazy river at the waterpark. Even his blue Nikes were drenched.
Learned that Noah and his choir were snowed in at Boston due to Stella, the big winter storm of 2017, when the forecast called for 12-18 inches of snow and up to 60 mph wind gusts.
Wednesday
Chris nearly “lost his shit” at the waterpark a few minutes before we left. He was fully clothed when a little boy intentionally sprayed him. Chris was soaked -- sweatshirt, jeans, and all. It was a good thing the kid was up high and couldn’t easily be found!
Googled “fast left blinker Honda Odyssey” and learned a bulb probably needed to be replaced or the van would blow up.
Ate lunch at Chick-fil-A while listening to K98.5 FM streaming on our phone to calm Isaac.
Drove to Midas (turning right the whole way) and prayed they could fix the blinker. They didn’t have the part in stock, but an employee walked over to O'Reilly Auto Parts and bought what was needed. Admired the Midas Touch artwork in the waiting room.
Got home and dried out Isaac’s tennis shoes with newspapers and a fan.
Grilled salmon and burgers.
Noah texted that he was on Broadway in New York City.
Went to the Rec Center. The sauna was full of quiet people, thank goodness.
Thursday
Woke Henry up at 9:00 a.m.
Went to River Hills School to drop off something.
Went to my mom and dad’s house.
Went to Burger King.
Went to post office.
Went to Goodwill.
Went to recycling center earlier than our regular time of 4:19 p.m.
Went to credit union to open an estate account, which took a million years – not the branch we normally visit because Isaac was upset. Long story. Made for a long afternoon.
Ate chicken, broccoli, and crème de menthe cake. Screw no sugar during Lent. There’s always next year.
Received message from Noah that he was en route to an opera in NYC.
Watched basketball on TV.
Friday
Heard Isaac say, “I love Mom!” 238 times.
Heard Isaac say, “Dad. Bagels. Hy-Vee. Friday night!” 401 times.
Heard Isaac say, “Culver’s Saturday Noah dinner!” 326 times.
Threatened Isaac that he needed to take a shower or we weren’t going anywhere.
Did all laundry in the whole house – it’s all clean and put away.
Took Isaac and Henry bowling and met a friend and her son there. Glorious! We chatted while they bowled.
Heard Isaac say, “Culver’s. Mom, Culver’s please. Go out for dinner!” 131 times.
Witnessed Isaac watching local news channel on TV, iPad, and old phone. (All different stories.)
Took electronic privileges away from one son.
Saw Henry dabbing.
Ate pizza, our Friday tradition.
Received a text from Noah saying the 9/11 memorial and the 1WTC were cool and that buses just departed for Iowa. I promised I’d make some real food for him because he was tired of fast food the last week.
Heard Isaac using the nose hair clippers to trim his body hair. God help us all.
Watched Chris and Henry laugh hysterically at a commercial about dogs and shredded cheese.
Questioned my sanity and mental stability. Checked to see if any winter storm could possibly cancel school on Monday.
Asked Chris to make me a margarita.