But I can’t right now.
Because I’m in the office. An office 12 hours from my house.
With my craptop that I had to clean out when I got here.
Apparently when I say, “no eating while at the computer” to the kids all they hear is “whah whah whah whah” just like Charlie Brown did.
But the craptop is cracker free now so one would think that I could start working or something.
But I am EXHAUSTED.
I slept for 2.5 hours last night.
That’s it.
And praise God that the boy called me this morning at 3:30 to make sure I was awake. I didn’t hear any of the 4 alarms that I set until I heard the phone. As I answered it sounded like someone had broken into Fort Knox with all the commotion going on around me.
And thankfully the boy didn’t just call and say “are you awake?”
He went a step further and asked, “Are you actually out of bed?”
“No,” I replied.
And he stayed on the phone with me until my feet were on the floor and I was mobile.
I so would’ve fallen back asleep and missed my flight.
But I didn’t. I got up. I showered. I blogged. And I made my hour drive to the Hill City because the airline tickets were almost $400 cheaper. The things I do for my company.
And the people at the airport? The most chipper, cheery, I want to punch you if your smile gets any bigger kind of people that I have ever seen in an airport. They were even patient, kind, and helpful to the belligerent old lady that couldn’t hear.
I was impressed.
Even if I did want to vomit.
And then I slept for 45 minutes on the plane to Atlanta and when I got to Atlanta I walked around. I’ve been to that airport hundreds of times. But this morning felt like the first. I walked with my head held high, smiling. I was jamming out to Fee and Newsboys and Building 429 and the music was drowning out everything around me. I felt as if I had my own personal soundtrack through life.
And it was good.
The flight from Atlanta to Mississippi was uneventful and I was able to sleep for another 45 minutes before having to head to the office.
And it’s been crazy.
And I’m tired.
I just want to sleep.
Now.
I think I can make it another hour and 45 minutes. No, wait. I gained an hour and so it’s two hours and 45 minutes.
I think I can, I think I can.
Until next time..
Awh he called to wake you up…how sweet. Ok make me puke
I’m kidding of course. He sounds like a keeper 
Hope you get to catch up on your sleep soon.
Oh my goodness….I so would have crashed by no!!
You are SO. BUSTED.
You were SO hoping I wouldn’t read this post.
Atlanta?! Are you for real????
What do you have to say for yourself, missy???
Yay for you on your new relationship; he sounds like a keeper!
And the trip sounds horrendous but hopefully you’ll be catching up on your zzzz’s tonight. And kids? After they turn 13? All their ears hear is “blah blah blah blah” when you talk until they’re about 25, and they they go, “Oh, so THAT’s what Mom was talking about!” LOL
Btw, come by and visit me; I gave you an award on my blog!!
It’s a good thing he stayed on the phone with you until you were actually up…feet on the ground! My Suz is like that. I can call her to wake her up, and she will go right back to sleep if I dont just keep on and on at her until she gets out of bed, feet firmly planted on the ground.
Hope you have gotten some rest by the time you read this comment!
Lovish!
Connie