Other Jim* is home from EFY. He had a great time, calling it "the best place ever" (and making me a little sad that home isn't his most favorite place--I guess I'm not that great of a mom. He further wounded me by disagreeing with the missionaries, who we had over for dinner last night, when they said that yes, he would miss his mother when he leaves for a mission. Just kill me now. Sniff!). And he added his proof that it's a small world in the church. One of the guys in his group at EFY was a piano student of my mother's. So now Other Jim WANTS to go to grandma's house whenever he can this summer so he can bike over to Tyler's house and hang out.
*Other Jim is what I have decided to call Jimmy instead of Jimmy. Other Jim is now Jim at school and work, but if we call him Jim at home, mass confusion will ensue, destabilizing what little control I have over my brain. So I will call him Other Jim (when I remember. Otherwise, I'll probably end up calling him Jimmy). I tried to shorten Other Jim to OJ, but he would have none of it. And frankly, it's not a really nice association, is it?
Even though Other Jim is home from EFY, we are still operating with a one-child deficit (two if you count Katie, but we can't because she doesn't have any assigned jobs and therefore, we can't count her as an operational child in the household). Paul has gone to scout camp. He hemmed and hawed over his packing last night. What duffle bag to use? How many pairs of underwear to take? Are all the clothes clean? Cot or no cot? Jim (not Other Jim) is going up to camp on Wednesday and staying until Saturday so I will be operating under parental deficit as well for part of the week.
Speaking of Jim (not Other Jim. Should I call him Original Jim? Hmm, but he really isn't, is he? Because there is another Jim out there, and he reads this blog. Oh, my head! Must avoid confusion!), I hope he had a decent Father's Day. I made sure he had a nice cheesecake to nosh on, and I did the dishes (with the help of Hayley and Matt). Jim tried to help with the dishes but I had to shoo him away. And then Other Jim called with car problems so Jim (not Other Jim) had to stop relaxing and go do something (I think Jim-not Other Jim-was secretly relieved to have a problem or situation to resolve instead of just sitting around flipping the pages of Duma Key). Anyway, Jim (not Other Jim), thanks for being a wonderful dad, for always being there, for attending every concert possible, every sports event possible, for helping the kids with homework, for giving them rides here and there, for making sure kids get up in the morning, for letting the kids mow the lawn, for helping with dinner, for being a good example of a dad to the boys so they will know how to be a dad and to the girls so they know what to look for in a husband. I got lucky with you, sweetie.