I really want to tell you the story about the time I chased down the airport shuttle and scared the mess out of 14 passengers.
My lungs burned for two hours after said chase.
But I made that shuttle and made it home at 1 in the morning instead of 3.
Well worth the almost myocardial infarction.
But that story will have to wait.
Because I am dealing with this:
Unpacking.
And then re-packing.
5 days gone. 3 days home. Then 3 days gone.
My kids are troopers. As is the husband.
AS IS THE HUSBAND.
And exercise???
I throw my head back in laughter.
*throws back head in laughter*
I did do a few push ups today…
And when I say “a few”, I am being literal.
Literally literal.
A few.
3.
MAYBE 4.
I returned from Blissdom at 1 – Monday morning. My head hit the pillow by 2 (4 a.m. Nashville time *insert bloodshot eyes here*). I was out of bed by 6…
I took the kids to breakfast before school on account of the fact I hadn’t seen them in 5 days and just wanted to soak them up a little before sending them away for 7 hours…
Disclosure: It took 5 tries to get this shot. Between a Lucy who never stops moving, a mom with bloodshot eyes, and older siblings who won’t get within 2 feet of each other… YEAH. 5 tries.
By 2 p.m. I got a call from the school.
Sick kid.
Even when she’s sick, she’s adorable…
I asked Lucy if she missed me so badly that it made her sick. She smiled and nodded… 101 degree fever and all.
At one point in the day, a woman who saw me offered her observation on my appearance, “You need to go home and take a nap!”
I was all, “Thank you! I FEEL like going home and taking a nap! I’d like to hear that again sometime!”
She had every reason and right to suggest a nap. She was acting in the best interest of the public. Just call me Undead.
And then there’s Kevin…
He follows me like my shadow even when I haven’t been away.
SO IMAGINE the homecoming…
I’d like to think all the attention is because he thinks I’m so great.
But he’s probably just hoping if he gives me a good enough sad face, I’ll give him a bone.
He’s totally right.
But I swear… I could hardly get clothes from the washer to the dryer today.
We should have names him Underfoot.
He’s worse than a toddler. Toddlers aren’t as hairy.
And most toddlers only have two legs.
And no tail.
So…
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