From the Heart
On Tuesday, with their parents out of town, Alecksa, Abby and Jake spent the night with us. When the grands are in the house it is never boring.
The alarm went off at 6:15. I was actually awake at 5:30, afraid I would oversleep. It had been quite some time since I got little ones up and ready for school.
Abby got right up. Jake, well, he is much like his dad, and needs a few more “time to get ups”.
I fixed scrambled eggs and toast. Most of the time when my kids were growing up I fixed them a hot meal with fruit. They will tell you, it was toasted Blueberry Pop Tarts.
Then at 7:10 when I am usually just waking up, we headed to NEMS and NHS. They never warned me what an adventure it would be.
The sun had not begun to rise and I had not had my coffee.
We got to Field Drive and sat in traffic on 16th Street until some kind soul let me in the line that would take us to where Jake would get out of the car. The line snaked around the building.
Jake slides out the door with a “thanks Gma, I love you”.
I waited in line to get out of the NEMS parking lot. The car in the front of the line was turning left causing the rest of us to wait until the brave police officer motioned us out of the lot.
Now to NHS. I’m not sure how many buses turned into the parking lot but it was a lot. God bless those bus drivers who can turn those buses on a dime, all the while transporting a bus load of sleepy teenagers.
The four way stop was just that . . . a STOP. Abby was busy Snapchatting. She chatted and I waited. Another brave police officer waved us into another line where we waited our turn . . . again.
Abby jumped out with an “thanks Gma I love you.”
I waited to get out of the parking lot just as the sun was coming up. I headed to the Starbucks drive thru for a much needed (and deserved?) coffee. Normally I would stop at my favorite, Noble Coffee Shop, for my white mocha but no hair fixed, no makeup, no bra . . . No Way.
I looked at the clock when I came home hugging my coffee. It was 8:00.
I asked “Alecksa do you want eggs and toast.” She said, yes. Then I heard a voice in the living room. It was our Amazon Alexa telling me how she wanted her toast . . . lightly buttered with cinnamon. I kid you not.
Alecksa headed out the door as Chuck came into the kitchen asking, “Honey, how was your morning?” I smiled and said . . . “fine”.