Twenty-six

My 10-year old is attending the local Vacation Bible School this week at a church just a few minutes from our house.  This is good because I can stay asleep until the very last minute.  She is old enough that I can drive her to the church door and drop her off, no walking in required. I do not have to appear in public.

So I drop her off–getting up only six hours after I go to sleep–and then returning home to walk the dog, work, shower, pick her up at noon, work, drop off another kid at work, work, work, work, wonder what to make for dinner and so on and so forth.

I am sleepy.

Yawning.

Only two more days and then next week . . . Junior Lifeguard Camp.  I’m not sure exactly what that entails (besides a new one-piece Speedo), but I do know that all next week, I’ll be waking up early to get her off to camp.  Fortunately for me, another mom and I are sharing carpool duties.  She will do the morning drop-off and I’ll do the afternoon pick-up.

Just for kicks, this Saturday I have to get up before the sun gets up to drop off my husband at the airport.   It’s like the universe is conspiring against me and I’ll never get to sleep eight hours in a row again.

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In other news, today is my twenty-sixth wedding anniversary.  I married my husband when he was 26, so now he’s been married as long as he was not married.  They say the first twenty-six years are the hardest, so I expect it will be all sunshine and rainbows from here on out.

Actually, he’s such a good husband and father that I’ve always known marrying him was the best decision I ever made.  I do feel sorry for him sometimes because he has to live with me and my accompanying ridiculousness but he’s been a good sport and never tells me that my hair looks terrible, for instance.

He did not know what he was getting himself into when he said, “I do” all those years ago–and neither did I.  How can you know when you’re standing there in your home-sewn taffeta gown in front of God and everybody and you’re only twenty-two and you don’t yet know that your husband-to-be hates maps?  And you don’t know about the rocks in the road or the detours or the dangerous stretches ahead?

But I still do and he still does and that will get us through the next twenty-six years.