Travelingjenny

This morning, Adam embarked on his special “celebrating fortieth birthdays with his childhood buddies and reliving their glory days” weekend in Hilton Head. I suppose I would have fared better today if I had not been rudely awakened at 4am by his alarm clock, but at any rate, I am entirely spent. Totally wiped out. My goose is cooked. Things went well today for the most part, and all of my charges are fed and seemingly happy (this includes the chicks, who survived their first night in the coop!). And even though my mom helped out with dinner, bath, and bedtime, there were still moments this evening that nearly put me over the edge. Like when I finally sat down at the dinner table to eat, whereupon Tess immediately declared she was “all done,” and demanded to be removed from her torturous chair. Already. Before I had even had a single bite. And then when I finally had them both in bed, and a load of laundry in the washer, and I sat down at the computer for a few quiet moments of email, and Gracie promptly started yelling, “MOMMYYYYYYYYYY! I HAVE TO GO POOPY!” Because every night at 8pm, the same thing happens, and we really must retrain her bowels. So actually, today was really no different from any other day – I just don’t have my partner here to laugh with about the ins and outs of life with these two little beings we created. Because I have come to learn that at the end of the day, the key to preserving my sanity is the ability to find the humor – and joy – in all of the craziness. Thankfully, that’s usually not very hard.