Howdy,
That’s how it feels today, the title, like it’s time to say, “Welcome to the weekend!”
And this time it’s not so much an excited, we-got-plans declaration, so much as, “Yay, we made it.” And not looking for a thrill ride this go-round.
Sarah and I enjoy telling each other “Welcome to the weekend!” most every time it rolls around. And now I use it when Jasper’s out of school for the week, too. Moments ago, I said it to him as he walked in the door. (Of course, I’d just started drafting this post and thinking through the idea, so I wasn’t going to miss welcoming Jasper to the weekend this Friday.)
And sometimes there’s a red, tandem kayak, a beauty, strapped atop the silver Xterra ready to hit the road for a lake or river — though it’s been tooooo long. We need a five-seater these days — and we don’t have enough paddlers for that yet. Yet.
Anyway, I was going to say it’s been a hard week, and maybe it was — I don’t really remember to be honest, and that’s the problem.
It was a hard night, last night, and we’re worn out, from the week and a few days of not enough sleep, capped off by last night. Sarah put in some extra work in prep for today, which was asking an extra from her as she had a special presentation/training to give, and then when we shut the evening down, my day-long nagging cough kicked in with added vengeance when I laid down. After I finally got to sleep, Riah woke about one, being miserable with his own illness. Sometime in the two o’clock hour I helped our fairly-recently potty trained child change his pj’s for a pair less wet. Then Riah was miserable again right as three o’clock turned to four o’clock. I saw that, 3:59 … 4:00. I was up — not really awake per se, as I can recall downright shuffling my feet and swaying to avoid alternating hallway walls at that point, but up — making a bottle for the baby.
I felt like I was drugged, but I wasn’t. On the contrary, I was missing the one drug my system needed: sleep.
Sleep, and the magic words: “Welcome to the weekend!”
—Billy
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