Plant My Carrots Now...How 'Bout Now?

Wow, you would think I had a job or something with how busy I have been lately. I guess I am just easily distracted. I can only do three thousand things at once and this was three thousand and one. It had to go. I am happily writing this just minutes after dropping Max off at his friends house. His friends family are headed up to their grandparents cabin for the next three days! Can you believe it? My child, who will not let me out of his sight for more than a few minutes, is gone for three whole days. I hope he will behave. I'm sure he will be fine. He saves all of the best tantrums for me, isn't that sweet? On Sunday I am supposed to bring him and his brother and sister to summer camp in Clintonville. We are planning on picking him up on the way somewhere in Shawano and then driving down to the camp. I say "supposed to" because I know my child. He says he will be fine going straight to camp after being away from home for three days, but he has promised me things before and threw such a fit afterwards that he got his way. I hope that is not going to happen. I'm sure the people at the camp are used to kids who don't like being away from home and should be able to handle him...I hope. That's just me being a disaster theorist again. I think about the worst possible outcome and when it turns out to be not so bad I feel like it is actually good. Yes, I am stupid enough to trick myself into believing things that aren't necessarily true. Or does that make me unbelievably smart? It's not that funny. So, I am trying to figure out what I am going to do for the next couple of days. This might be even better than when I leave to get some peace and quiet. Maybe I can actually get some things accomplished around the house. I've always said that if I had a Saturday or two a month where the kids were occupied somewhere besides with me, that I might actually not lose my mind. You would think that wouldn't be too much to ask. Especially when I deal with them and all of their needs 24/7/365. Except for the one week a year when I go to Florida with my sisters and a stray evening once in a while when I feel the need to go out and not take them with me. I guess it is too much because it hasn't happened yet. I can't believe how good some people have it. Not that I don't think they should get help from their husbands, I do. It's just that they get help and still complain and I get no help and feel totally guilty when I do complain. So I'll stop. Eddie and Lex are bugging me to come and plant carrots with them. Eddie has been in here about fifteen times asking me, "When we are going to plant our carrots?"," Is it time to plant the carrots?", "Where are we going plant the carrots?", "Why can't we plant the carrots now?". I guess I had better just go plant the darned carrots. With my luck, Eddie is just going to take over for Max and need me twice as much as normal and the weekend will be no different than usual. Other than the fact that I, yet again, had an expectation (of a little less stress and a little more quiet) that was so way beyond the realm of reality, it was ludicrous. Oh great, now she's asked sixteen times. Gotta go! Time, tide and Eddie wait for no man.