The week after school is out, Farmer H is taking the boys on a week-long vacation to the Badlands and Mount Rushmore and Pike's Peak. I will not be making the trip, because vacations make me miserable. Farmer H and I have reached a consensus on this issue. No need for every single one of us to be unhappy on vacation. And you know, when mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
I will enjoy the peace and quiet while they are gone. I have a little song in my heart just thinking about my impending solitude. That will last until about thirty minutes after they drive away. Then I will start pining for them. It will be too quiet. Except for at night, when I hear footsteps upstairs, and can't justify that it is only my family walking around listlessly from kitchen to bedroom. Or when I finally go up to bed, and have to leave the TV on to explain the noises that I hear while trying to fall asleep.
Maybe I will invite my mom out to the Mansion to spend some quality time. At night.
A couple weeks after the return, the #1 son is going to Engineer Camp in Rolla. He has wanted to do this for two years now, but it is only for upcoming high school juniors and seniors. It runs from Sunday to Thursday, so he will stay in the dorm and eat in their cafeteria. His dad will drive him down there, because he's not allowed to have a car on campus. He can't wait.
My nest is emptying rather rapidly.