|My cousin did a series of these. She rocks.|
The past few days--while fun I wouldn't trade--have taken it out of me, and by "it" I mean my energy to do anything but lay like a lump and read. Thursday night, the daughter and I had a campout in our back yard. Sleeping on an underinflated air mattress with a cuddlesome 5 year old was ... fun? Uncomfortable and sweet at the same time. It was pretty nice to wake up (cold, I might add) and hear birds all around. We had a play date with some out of town friends that afternoon, then I went out with the ladies for a bachelorette party. New restaurant, a comedy club and a drag show. I even had an excuse to wear my purple-ish Goth Girl Who May Bite Your Head Off lipstick. Score! As I was dropping off a friend and picking up my husband and daughter from a friend's house at 1am, a conversation started on the back porch that I just didn't want to end...The kiddo was asleep, the husband and I were too tired to drive, so we stayed there. Three hours after I went to bed, morning time came with a day of herding cats. Last night, I finally got to sleep in my bed again.
And I woke up feeling sick.
It's not a perfect existence, but it's mine. And it's been fun lately. Exhausting. But fun.
Now that some of the activity is settling down, though, I can hear my own thoughts and some of the rhythm of life. I have that feeling again...that tingly feeling that something awesome is just over the horizon. Hope? Superstition? Whatever it is, it makes me smile.
I just ask the Universe.... before that next big wave of awesome, can I get a nap?