I’m tired today. Truthfully, I should be in bed right now, but I’m waiting for Thing 1 to get home. He’s been gone for seven days and while he’s been gone for longer, there’s something about the peacefulness of sleeping when you know all of your babies are safe and sound.
He’s been in New York… both the city and at Lake Placid. Of course, it’s not like his being here tonight completes the family. Thing 3 is gone for a Bible Quiz and Thing 2 is spending the night at a friends.
But we’re the parents that embrace the crazy. We got “rid” of two and took on one more. Thing 4 has a friend over.
Of course, they think they’re hot stuff because prior to departing, Thing 2 granted them exclusive use of her room, including her television, DVD player and bed… complete with the fuzzy, warm comforter. The eight and ten year old squealed as if they had just won the lottery.
I guess the full compared to twin size bed and the equally proportional differences of the televisions made it seem like they had.
On the whole, they’re pretty quiet tonight. So it the hubs. He’s engrossed in something on the boob tube that only he would like… well, perhaps Thing 1 would, but he’s been without his weird TV buddy all week. I suspect the moment Thing 1 arrives home, he’ll plop down and commence the TV watching with his stepdad. I’ll ask how the trip went and he’ll say “fine.”
He may ask me about my adventures at Winter Jam last night; the reason I’m so tired. But it’s doubtful.
I’ve not complained about being tired today. I chose get home at o’dark thirty this morning, falling asleep just a few hours before my alarm would alert me it was time to get up and get the kids to school. I chose to act way younger than 38 and live in my “ignorance is bliss” mentality that I wouldn’t pay for it today.
But I am.
But it was worth it.
Because I was serving.
It’s didn’t hurt I was serving some pretty awesome people at Winter Jam, but never the less, I was serving.
It didn’t hurt that I was so close to Skillet (in the back) that I could feel the heat of the flames on the stage.
(I told Thing 2 “I can’t understand what they are singing back here.” She said, “Don’t worry mom, you can’t understand it out there either.” And when I shared a photo with Thing 1 I texted, “I’m old.” His response was “I know you are. But I love you anyway.”)
So I’m tired.
But I’m so blessed.
And more about that later… my baby just walked in the door and guess how the trip was?