The baby raccoons are still eating their food. I’ve been putting it out there twice a day, once in the morning, once in the evening. There still are four of them hanging around. They’re usually spotted in the athletic field or across the camp road heading into the woods. Most times when I come out the food is gone and they’ve eaten all of it. It makes me happy when I see that it’s gone.

Today I felt very little motivation to work on the bedroom. The accent wall was a flop, and so I didn’t have to go back and buy any more paint, I ended up painting over the green with the neutral white we painted our bedroom last summer. It was basically the same color as the white that I used on the other three walls down there. I do enjoy the look of open, freshly painted walls.

My kids are mostly gone again this week. The camp weeks go by so long when they’re gone. I know it’s every mother’s dream to have time alone to get things done. I’m basically just burying myself in my work, or something similar to what people must mean when they say that. I have drinks in the fridge that I said they could come in any time and get. It’s my way to still be there.

Most of the time I don’t actually see him take the drinks, but I will hear the fridge open, and then later go and see another drink that is gone. So then I refill them, putting the warm ones in the back so the cold ones are still in the front ready to go. Maybe every six months or so it will come up stronger that I feel unappreciated, but I can go a pretty long time like this and be basically okay.

As a wife though I definitely need appreciation more than every six months. So I will bring that up every so often here and there. I’ve kind of become a bit of a relationship junkie in terms of reading about relationship dynamics between people with differing attachment styles. I think my favorite marriage metaphor is that of caring for a plant. You have to regularly tend to it or else it dies.