Week #1 of summer break...

We have managed to survive the first full week of summer break. I'm so amazed at the fighting from the moment they wake up, to the moment they go to bed. What do they fight about?? EVERYTHING. What they are going to watch, what they are going to play, who gets the swing next to the slide, who gets to feed the dog, who gets to brush their teeth first, who gets tucked in first, which side of the couch to lay on...I tell ya, it's enough to go crazy. Next week, they get to spend a couple mornings at daycare so I can actually put in a few hours of work. How many days left until school starts????

Yes...I know it's June...

My hopes of becoming a better blogger are quickly fading. With school ending next week, I'm sure to have may more antidotes, but far less free time. (My apologies to you 2 or 3 faithful blog readers :) )

Last week I got the call my birth father had passed away. It was a call I always knew would come. We drove the 400 miles to Idaho to attend the funeral. I never dreamed it would be so difficult to say goodbye to someone I'd only seen 5 or 6 times in my entire life. I got to reconnect with my sister (and meet my niece and nephew). I hadn't seen her since she was 8, 20 years ago. I also got to see 9 of my aunts and uncles, most hadn't seen me since I was 6 months old. I was greeted with open arms and felt completely comfortable with everyone of them. It was truly a bitter sweet trip.

Now I am home, trying to settle back into my regular schedule. My tears have dried up as I think about my future with my reclaimed family and not what should have been in the past. I promise my next blog entry will be happy and up beat. Julie