Road Trip - Day One

Paul is on his way to a trade show. In order to accommodate his psycho-wife, he is driving two days instead of flying on the fifth anniversary of 9/11. I doubt there will be any trouble tomorrow but it just seemed to be tempting fate too much.

Marley has had a chance to play with friends today. Yesterday she had four failed attempts and she was traumatized. Colin didn't have any homework and has joined us today in hanging out with the Z's, our close friends. Marley and the youngest Z play in our front yard as I type this and Colin is at the Z Chateau helping Papa Z and Z boy to paint Z boy's room. That's a good Sunday afternoon.

As I ponder the week ahead, I am tired and apprehensive about the following:

I have been feeling a little better and lasting up to 7 hours on the CPAP, but the last couple of nights have been feeling leaks. I need to figure that out. I wonder if I feel well enough yet to tackle this 10-11 day trip of Paul's.

I have promised Colin a hot breakfast in the mornings. With Paul gone, I will have to get up at 6:00 am in order to get everyone ready. This is not exactly running a marathon, but it means disciplining myself to go to bed at 10:00 pm. Personal discipline is not my strong suit.

For this to be a successful week, I should really fold the 5 loads of laundry on my dining room table, wash the three sinkfuls of dishes in the kitchen, keep the house picked up, clean the back bathroom, not spend too much money. Already I can see that list is too long. Sigh.

For this to be a really successful week, I should not yell at my kids, not be so absorbed by this computer and blogosphere that I don't pay any attention to them and finish my book club book.

For this week to be what this week really should be, I should seek first the kingdom of God and let the rest work itself out. Why does that seem like the hardest part of this?

Thus endeth Road Trip - Day One (unless of course something dramatic happens tonight in which case this post will be updated--after the kids are in bed but BEFORE my self-imposed 10:00 pm bedtime.)

10:17 pm Update:

Well, obviously it is past my self-determined bedtime. Marley had a major melt down the minute her friend left. She was up way too early this morning and she is so close to losing one of her front teeth that it is visibly lower than the other. She was making sucking sounds because she wouldn't close her mouth. It would have been comical if she weren't shrieking through most of it. If that tooth makes it through the night, I know it will be gone tomorrow!

I forgot I had to cut out stuff for her classroom tomorrow and I wanted to do a draft of a post on my other blog. I'm working in her class also tomorrow so in the morning I can call up the draft and just hit the publish button.

So now, I'm off to bed. 'Night-night, don't let the bed bugs bite!