It was rough waking up this morning. Yesterday was full of packing and racing around followed by driving four hours and twenty minutes (my personal best time-with kids) to PA. Why is it that sitting on one's rear end for an extended period of time leads to exhaustion?
Nick was pretty tired, too. He left after me, since he could not get out of one of his five jobs and had to coach. He drove the same distance, beating me by five minutes (again, I have to stress that I had the kids) and was pretty worn out himself.
My parents most likely woke up tired, given that their days never seem to end. Daddy as a farmer and Mom with all her Thanksgiving preparations.
My brother, Billy, had just turned 21 yesterday so one can guess at how awake he felt this morning.
Then there are my kids. Abby decided to get up at 5:30 a.m. Yes, that is a.m. Who voluntarily does that? And Caleb, precious Caleb...
Nick was still in bed when Caleb woke up (we share our room with him while visiting) and all he heard was singing. Caleb started his day by singing, "We are the children of God, we are the children of God, we are the sons and the daughters, Almighty God is our Father."
Again, I have to ask-who does that? In my 32 years of life, I cannot remember a single morning where I woke up with my first thoughts on being a child of God. I have heard that whatever is the first thought on one's mind when he or she wakes up is what is most important to him or her.
Well, my first thought is usually, "Oh crap, it's time to get up." Hmmm.