Who’s crazy idea was it to take 4 kids to the Dogwood Festival without their father?
Oh, wait, that was me.
They went hog wild.
And, I was starting to go a wee bit crazy with a 3 year old running (no walking, only running) from ride to ride and three older kids each with their own plan of attack to get on those rides–different rides.
But, oh, the night looked different when reinforcements showed up and saved me from having to ride the dragon mini roller coaster again and having to force the children to actually stay together. Abbey and Ben are saints to me for sitting on a burlap sack and heading down the fun slide too many times to keep track of as well as going on a ton of dizzying deathtraps and walking Lydia through the Monkey Maze, the funhouse maze of mirrors, that has been my nemesis for years.
Clearly, I’m not the only one thinking the reinforcements are saints. As we parted ways at 9:45pm (whose crazy idea was this again?), Lydia yelled out the door, “Ben, I LOVE YOU!”
All fun and games until this morning when the choice to stay out that late was not looking as good.
I lived life on the edge and actually drank my cup of coffee 2/3 decaf and 1/3 regular. Don’t judge me. I needed it after all that stress the night before.
Once the older kids were off to school with dark circles under their eyes, Lydia and I got a dose of social caffeine via a little play date with some other adoptive moms and their kids.
And, social caffeine is way better than the liquid kind.
Right now, as I type, Mark is going on an official tour of the university where he’s teaching. At least, that’s what the itinerary says. With no wireless where he is and a very busy schedule, I’m not expecting to hear much if at all from him.
Praying his tour and his first experience on campus is caffeine enough for him.
