Our friend Bernie took the girls with her to Oregon to meet her daughter and grandchildren. She told me that she was going to take the girls so that hubby and I could spend some time alone. We haven’t been alone without kids in — forever. We don’t even know how to act without a child following us around or banging on the bathroom door or making a mess with her toys in the living room.

What did we do today? You’d think we’d do something romantic like — ok, who am I kidding? We don’t even know how to be romantic anymore. What we did was cut down an almond tree that was making a mess in the driveway. The tree was diseased and the nuts falling all over the place was driving me nuts. Hubby decided to use this time without Kamalani to do some yardwork and he thought it would be sorta romantic if I were outside with him doing yardwork. He had a chair for me under the shade of the stupid nut tree with a pair of pruners so that I could cut off all the thin branches to make it easier to toss into the trash bag. I broke my fingernail, my thumb is tender from squeezing the pruner, my shoulder hurts. This isn’t what I had in mind when I said I wanted to take a crack at gardening. I was thinking more in terms of a sun hat and cute little gardener gloves and a bed of pretty flowers. This is NOT the gardening thingy I signed up for.

We have half of the tree cut down and he said we can work on the other half tomorrow. Oh joy. So much for a nice quiet weekend without the kiddos.