Sunday, March 15, 2015
Run/ Walk/ Bike/ Elliptical (Today: 0.00 miles; Running Total: 204.32 miles)
Day 247 of *Another* 100 Days of Good Karma.
The kids slept late. No one moved until after nine am. Well, except Connor. He’s like me – wired to wake up with the sun.
Justin and I fed the kids breakfast en mass in the dining room. They ate more than a dozen eggs and two containers of biscuits. It was probably the first time they slowed down to eat more than popcorn in over twelve hours.
Our friends came and picked their kids up, and I drove all the cousins home. Hannah stayed behind with Justin. She was ready for a day on the couch.
All the cousins that stayed the night live about sixty miles south of Houston. It didn’t make sense to have three sets of parents come up to get kids so I offered to drive them home. You’d think a car with one adult and six kids would be super rowdy, but they were so good on the drive down.
Total exhaustion might have had something to do with that.
When I dropped off the last kid and it was down to just Connor and I in the car, he crashed for the drive home. A quiet drive there and a quiet drive back. I couldn’t ask for more.
I got home and started picking up.
I didn’t realize it until I really started looking, but the kids took over every room in the house. There was a fort behind one of the couches upstairs. There was a school in the spare room. There were disassembled Nerf guns in Connor’s room and an explosion of Barbies, blankets and make-shift tents in Hannah’s room.
Today’s silver lining: Further evidence that a good time was had by all.
I got most of the house picked up.
I haven’t tackled the kitchen yet. I’m a little frightened to walk in there. I think the pizza boxes from the other night have been sitting out so long they’ve gained sentience and might bite me if I try to throw them away.
But that’s enough for one day. Peace out, ya’ll. I’m going to bed.
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