I experienced an unusual burst of energy around 5:15 after getting off of the phone with a prospective student. That’s the only possible cause I can come up with for what followed – there was no caffeine involved, so that couldn’t be it, but perhaps just having an opportunity to connect with another person on the phone and feel as if I successfully promoted the program I love was enough to give me a buzz.
When I walked into the door (20 minutes later than usual), Brandon had dinner made (chicken paprika!! YUM!!) and the kids were playing contentedly in the living room. I received my routine-but-never-rote MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! from Lydia and MUM! MUM! MUM! from Elvis followed by hugs all around. After eating dinner, a dance party swung into high gear in our living room, with the Beatles and Beach Boys and all sorts of spinning and laughing happening. Brandon got ready to leave for baseball practice, and Lydia and I commenced a tug of war with her jump rope, which apparently is the funniest thing Elvis has ever witnessed because the poor kid could hardly catch his breath from laughing so hard. Dad got ready to go and received his round of hugs and kisses and BAH! from Elvis and BYE HAVE FUN! from Lydia. And then I got ready to go to Bible study, the sitter showed up, and off I went.
It was the best hour and a half of my day.
Not to make it sound like the remaining 22.5 hours were not great – they just pale in comparison to singing to the Beach Boys and tickling my kids.
Actually, the other 22.5 hours were quite lovely, as well, starting with a lot of AWP planning (next week, already?!), River Teeth promos, and then lunch with a friend from church about the upcoming Festival of the Arts, which is going to be the best thing to hit Ashland since Lance Bakeries took over Archway. Yeah, that good.
And then the afternoon swung into gear with a little budgeting here and a bit of editing there, and all in all it was a successful day. Nothing to knock you over with enthusiasm, but good. I like these kinds of days because there isn’t this rollercoaster swell of exhilaration followed by an empty “what now that that’s done and over?” feeling. It’s the sort of good that flows over into the next day, if I’m lucky. A peaceful kind of good. It’s good. I’m in a real good place right now – which means something is bound to happen to shake things up. It’s only a matter of time. 🙂