I’m not gonna lie…the last couple of days I have felt stretched to my limit. I may have had a few minor meltdowns. I may have left a note on the kitchen table informing people that I was going to shut off their phones and close my chauffeuring business if they didn’t start helping me clean up around this joint. I may have envisioned a few times swerving off my intended kid pickup/drop-off route and high-tailing it to some remote location. Alone. With a radio station of my choosing playing the entire time.
Instead I have kept plugging away and increasing my use of under-eye concealer at the same time. I would dream about sleeping for days…if I ever got a good night’s sleep!
This morning Larissa got into bed with me at 5:30 a.m. Too early!
She fell back asleep, but just as I started to drift off, Kellan climbed aboard.
Things were quiet and dark for a blissful moment and I envisioned us all cocooned there for another peaceful hour….but then the garbage truck roared into our cul-de-sac, disturbing my morning fantasy.
“What’s that noise?” Kellan asked.
“The garbage truck,” I replied.
I prayed everyone would just go back to sleep.
“Mom,” Kellan whispered, “What has four wheels and flies?”
A smile spread over my face there in the dark.
“A garbage truck!” I whispered back.
We both erupted in a fit of giggles.
Larissa officially woke up.
“Mom,” said Kellan.
“What?” I answered.
“I don’t really get it.”
I spent a moment, squeezed between two warm little bodies, explaining wordplay and exchanging jokes.
It was just a brief moment, so, SO early in the morning when I was so, SO tired.
It was so, SO worth it.