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Stories about my sister…

July 8, 2008

in restaurants are family legends. She had a unique interest in restaurant bathrooms for one thing. She always “had to go.” She would return with actual 6 year old commentary on how the bathroom rated. I used to roll my eyes.

A story about her I was reminded of tonight, though, was the time she fell asleep at the table, narrowly missing her plate. My mom would remember all the explicit details. I’m not my mom.

I remember sitting across from her and watching her head nod, her eyes drowse, and then wham! Daddy pulled a split second tablecloth off a table magic trick with her plate of chicken tenders and fries right before she face planted into the green beans. I had my mouth wide open in awe. Either that or I was trying to show her a train wreck.

Tonight though, I nearly had my own face plant. And not from one of my sons. I’m completely bemused as to where their indefatigable energy is coming from these days. They’re making the Energizer Bunny look lazy.

This week started soccer camp which means being out of the house by 8:00 a.m. to arrive by 8:30 a.m. We pack for bear because (everyone knows) gas prices are not going to see this Mom-chick pull a two hour drive trip, between the theres and backs, for a two and a half hour camp. So we go with everything we could possibly need to have during our time there.

To make the morning a reality has necessitated an earlier rising for me, both to take in the quiet and to pack for bear. Two sons are at camp, but the third son is with me. I work on school with the two campers before we leave, and then with the third one in the van during the camp. Everything else is done once we’re home or at night after supper during family time.

Today though I was ambitious and decided that the soccer fields afforded an easy workout, a 30 minute walk, plus let’s all go swimming this afternoon because we’re really hot and sticky. Coming home to fix supper after unpacking the van and all its essentials just barely kept me up on feet that had begun a slow, sleepy chant to the rest of me, ending in my almost getting a nose full of mashed squash and cauliflower.

I had to excuse myself from the table to go and lie down. In front of a fan. With my feet up.

I’m somewhat recovered now, but will be seeking an early date with my pillow. As soon as I get the non-stopping sons into bed. And quickly too.

5 Comments leave one →
  1. July 9, 2008 1:37 am

    The joys of living with naturally caffeinated children – they never seem to run on empty! I’m glad yo didn’t do a face plant – they might have taken pictures!

  2. Ellen permalink
    July 9, 2008 1:54 am

    Oh if we could only bottle that energy and take a drink now and again…

  3. July 9, 2008 3:05 am

    I am loving your posts. I just added you to my blog list. Glad to hear that yours run lots of circles too!! I hope you are getting much deserved rest.

  4. July 9, 2008 4:08 am


    You can’t be too tired or else that word is part of your daily vocabulary!!!!!???? I had to read it three times!

  5. July 9, 2008 3:15 pm

    Oh that sounds familiar! We’re just running from sun-up to sun-down lately. Glad you could stumble to the couch before you collapsed.

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