This past week Curt's grandfather died. And although it wasn't altogether unexpected, it was still hard on everyone, and especially hard to watch his family go through it. Thankfully, everyone seems to be coping well and getting back to a somewhat even keel.
And the insanity that is our life came crashing back in the day after the funeral. Michael had wrestling practice, and after he'd gotten home we were standing in the kitchen, talking, as I cooked dinner.
"And today at practice the power went out for about 30 minutes."
"Oh yeah", I said absentmindedly, "Were you able to still practice?"
"Um mom, the lights were out.", Mike gives me the parents-are-so-dense eye roll.
Brett continues the thought. "Yeah. I don't know about you, but rolling around on the floor, in the dark with sweaty teenage boys wearing singlets doesn't sound like how I'd like to spend my time mom."