You’re so funny Mommie! I can’t believe it!
We’ve Only Just Begun
On one hand I couldn’t wait to get him to bed. On the other…
Before I’d finished singing his nighttime songs, he was already crashed—exhausted from a long day. We were up early at his insistence, and ran all day out of necessity. The cable guy was scheduled to come and fix a faulty installation right at naptime, so I let him skip it (to his delight and my disquietude). By the time dinner came around we had had enough.
We were both exhausted.
But, instead of immediately inserting my overtired offspring into his awaiting bed, I couldn’t help but take a moment to marinate in the sweetness of his silent slumber. His lengthening limbs draped across my lap, growing heavier with every deepening breath held me prisoner—I was frozen in my place.
For a moment I felt the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat caressing the hollow of my hand. I traced my finger from the corner of his eye, to the top of his ear and down the side of his face. I paused, pressing my palm against his plump, perfect cheek, then stroked the top of his head, his curls still cold and damp beneath my touch. Little man lying motionless in my lap, for a few scarce moments, was sacred.
I savored the serenity.
Hump Day Haiku
cleaning and organizing
making this house home
We didn’t quite make it.
We had high hopes. We had lofty plans. We had two vehicles towing vehicles (one a 26-foot truck), a 4-year old, and two pugs. We had to stop.
The day started early. I was stirring before 6 on a Saturday. (Sacrilege!) The day started badly. Little man lost his breakfast all down my back and bag at the beginning of what was supposed to be a brief trip to Kroger. Thankfully I had a change of clothes (and baby wipes) for both of us in the car. We survived, switched shirts, shopped, and soldiered on.
But, we didn’t get on the road until noon. It’s when we thought we might, but it was not ideal. The hubs was driving the 26’ truck, towing his car behind. I was driving my beloved Jeep, with the boy and both of the pugs, towing the hubs’ bike. Neither of us should go faster than 55 mph. We knew if could be a long day.
We spent over 10 hours on the road. There was a major accident that blocked three lanes if traffic. We traversed a summer storm that brought sheets of blinding rain beating upon us. I followed the hubs who kept our speed (when we had the license to move) within our specified limits. It took awhile.
But I felt blessed.
Little man was something else. He didn’t want to eat. He didn’t take a nap. For the first 6 hours he had no interest in an iPad, iPhone, or toys of any kind. Instead, we talked, he counted, sang, described what he saw and pointed out every single exit. It was awesome.
We laughed. We enjoyed each others company. He made me laugh, I made him giggle. He showed me things I would have missed, I explained what things were and answered his endless barrage of questions. He was content to simply observe his surroundings to the sounds of my favorite NPR shows on satellite radio for several hours straight. I couldn’t believe it.
It was fun.
For the sake of safety and our sanity, we stopped before we made it home. We rolled into Gainsville just after 10 PM. By then little man had finally crashed, and the strain of driving for so long was starting to sting. Still, I couldn’t help but smile.
I dare say I enjoyed myself. Yes, I drove all day with a preschooler and a pair of old pugs while pulling a trailer full of precious cargo. But, it was pleasant. I didn’t mind the drive. I wasn’t obsessed with our expected arrival. I didn’t struggle for control.
I just enjoyed the ride.
It was a long day. It was an arduous adventure. It’s not over yet. But, beyond all of the bumps in the road, we’re now snuggled in a soft bed and are safe and sound. And, the path to this place was more pleasant than I had pictured. Being sodden with puke was a thing of the past.
The day was difficult, but still a delight. I wanted to get to our destination directly, but I knew better than to demand that we drive any more than we did. It was time to call it a day. Tomorrow we can do it all over again. Hopefully it will go just as well. We’re almost done.
We’re almost home.
Hump Day Haiku
this is the worst part
almost everything is packed
last minute chaos
I Can See It
I’m seeing my life flash before my eyes.