So, at 6PM, I heard the sound of the garage door closing. I was alone. My husband, son, and daughter had just gone to a high school football game. I had that moment where I wondered if I should have went too. I thought part of me was going to regret that I didn’t go, but the other part of me–the tired part, the exhausted part, was just so thankful that FatherWinter was fine with taking Honeybee as well. Truthfully, I had not thought of him taking her, but not complaining that he had.
It was Superbug’s first high school football game and the guys were sure to have a great bonding experience. As they walked out the door, garage door descending, I debated about what I should do next. Should I see a movie? War Room was released and I really wanted to see it, but that was a movie I think I’d like to see with FatherWinter. With a little work, I might be able to convince him to see it with me. I thought about going out to grabsome Panda Express and some red velvet cupcakes from my favorite cupcakery. But, and isn’t this horrid, I didn’t want to drive. Truth be told, I just wanted to chill. And that’s just what I did.
The family came home about 11PM. I didn’t move even as they settled into their respective areas. I simply rolled over, adjusted the pillows, and fell asleep.
I don’t get me time often. But when I do, it’s more than enjoyable to me.
