I am not going to make any attempt to tell you all about the past week of my life. It’s frankly too much activity for one person and I am now considering applying to be on The Amazing Race, having proved to myself that I can get lost in several cities and survive.
In San Francisco last weekend I had the taxi driver from ‘H-E-double-hockey-sticks’, weaving in and out of oncoming traffic as I cried out in terror, and I lived to tell about it. Having looked into the face of death and won, I am feeling much less intimidated by the 9 children and 450 emails that await my attention this morning.
Not to mention last Sunday being followed around Seattle at 5:30AM by a homeless man who decided I needed to hear all about how much he hates it when people stare at him. That, for this country girl, was a bit too much. I did think he was generally harmless, but it unnerved me enough that I got turned around and couldn’t find my way back to my hotel. I had to kind of just keep jogging instead of trying to stop and figure it out. Nothing says “come attack me” like standing alone in a deserted downtown staring at a tourist map. I did eventually find it, thankfully!
Yesterday on a drive home from Houston I started feeling my body settle into travel weariness and I had to munch on Sonic ice to keep from falling asleep. When we pulled into the driveway I asked my daughter who was with me if she minded propping me on her back and dragging me into the house. I wasn’t sure if I could make the last 100 ft.
I am glad to report I have a couple of weeks off from traveling and plan to spend every second with my kids that didn’t get to go with me and just stare at them. This morning I sat at the table to talk with my boys and I told Elijah, “Bring your chair over here and sit right next to me.” He did and I kept patting his back and rubbing his shoulder when finally I just proclaimed that even though he is 11 years old, I would need him to sit in my lap for a few minutes because I missed him too much to be satisfied with just being next to him. He begrudgingly did it. I hugged it out then released him to go be his own person who will undoubtedly need therapy someday.
Speaking of needing therapy, my daughter Hope will likely have a lot to say to her future counselor after having seen me in my underwear yesterday. In the middle of the mall. We were shopping and as I reached toward a rack of clothes it happened….my skirt fell right to the floor. It was all so quick! I heard her gasp, felt a chill on my backside and something plopped at my feet all in the same second. I looked down and tried to process what the gray pile of fabric was around my ankles. Could that be my skirt?! Yep. I scooped it up as fast as I could then turned to my daughter to see her laughing so hard she had to walk away. I tried to just nonchalantly move onward through the mall like nothing happened, but it kept flashing through our minds and we’d start to giggle uncontrollably. Nothing like a little mother-daughter bonding to end the weekend.
Have a good one!