"They're something. They're something special." Yesterday, they were something.
The other day, I had a mountain of paperwork. It had taken over my room, and it took all day to clear it out. I was stressed. So stressed, my oldest daughter told me, my aura of stress permeated the house. She told me to sit for five seconds. I started doing the dishes. She told me to sit on the couch for five minutes. I started folding the clothes. She told me to stop. She said, "You're tired. You're actually, exhausted." She took out her phone. "For optimum results, you need either a twenty, fifty or ninety minute nap." She explained the results of 1) refreshed, quick wake up, 2) refreshed, quick wake up, improved memory, 3) refreshed, quick wake up, improved memory, actual rest.
When I objected the third time, she set the timer and sent me to my room.
While I slept, they scurried, all of them about the house. There was a post-it on my door. DO NOT ENTER UNLESS DEAD! to cut out the psuedo emergencies several children created to gain access.
The oldest son went out with the mission, procure dinner.
The rest of the children...folded and got rid of the laundry. There had been 8 baskets and three couches plus the floor covered. It now looks like this:
We sat, said grace and feasted. The kids had pizza. Two of the older ones had wings, and I had a Stir Fry Japanese Noodle bowl with pot stickers from Noodles and Company. They also bought me a diet coke.
Sometimes, reality breaks your heart with love. And when it does, it's really something else. Something more. Have a great Friday!