The alarm went off at 6:00 am this morning…as it does everyday around here. For the first time in weeks it was overcast enough to have to turn the lights on in the house. For a moment I thought to myself;
“that’s it, that’s the end of our Irish summer, and to think it’s only the 4th of July.”
Wait today is the 4th of July?!?!
I mean of course I KNEW what day it was, but somehow it crept up on me this year. I was totally unprepared for it.
I went in to get the Prince out of bed and was tormented with pangs of homesickness and guilt all mixed into one.
Happy 4th of July to my little Irish-American Prince and Princesses & not one thread of red or blue clothing seemed to be clean.
Not one salad of blueberries & strawberries with fresh cream for breakfast.
Oh well, in Cork it was another Friday morning and the end of a very long week. There was a real sense of “let’s just get this week over with” to me.
By the time we made it to my in-laws to drop the kids off I had already forgotten what day it was…maybe that was some sort of self preservation thing. But they were there with open arms, hugs & kisses & offers of a cup of tea before I headed off. Sure how else would they mark the morning of the 4th?
At tea break, as I was tucking into a fresh made scone with jam and butter I almost hung my head in shame when asked what I was doing to celebrate today.
How did I let this happen? I usually take today off! I usually pull out all the USA books and puzzles we have for the kids! I usually have the BBQ (& umbrella) ready to go!
Not this year. What’s worse was when I came home I realized our dinner was actually Shepherd’s Pie. I’m not so sure you can get more un-American.
The kids were happy, the World Cup was on in the background & all I felt was for the first time in a really long time I felt like a foreigner here and it was all my own doing somehow.
And as much as Ireland is my home now. I will always be homesick for home. Especially on the 4th of July.