I have a couple of work things I should do, but I’m knocking it off. It’s Friday afternoon, and we’re gearing up for fun.
We’ve got a new Friday routine. On Friday nights, Jonah and his gang of friends roam around town for a few hours. They end up at somebody’s house, where a mom will feed them. Meanwhile, I take Ian to his drum lessons. His long haired, hipster teacher shows him some new drumming tricks for 30 minutes. Then we collect Steve and head out to dinner. I’ve given up cooking on Friday nights.
The neighbors are pulling into their driveways early from work. They are cleaning their grills and putting out the lawn chairs. I’m going to put on my gardening gloves and spread mulch.
We are looking forward to a happy weekend full of activities. There’s a bbq at my brother’s house on Saturday night. We’re taking the boys to see Stomp on Sunday. We gave Ian tickets to the show for his birthday. He’s wicked good on the drums and keyboard.
In between the fun stuff, Jonah will do mountains of homework and we’ll have the usual house chores, but it’s all good.
My baby turned 13 earlier this month. He still looks like he is eight, but that’s okay with me.