Last Friday at about 7:45 pm, poor Norah reached her threshold. And not because she was Black Friday-ed out.
We had been playing hard all day at Auntie Allie's house. We were settling into night #3 out in my mom's art studio. She took one look at the air mattress and burst into tears!
"I just want to sleep in a real bed!"
After twenty minutes of full-body sobbing, Daddy managed to convince her that she was really tired and that she would feel tons better in the morning. She sniffed. She blew her nose. She mumbled something about not being comfy. And she pulled her blankets up around her chin and buried her face in her pillow.
I felt her pain.
As we watched poor Norah melt down, my mom, brother and sister stifled a snicker.
"She's her mother's daughter for sure."
Let's time-warp back to a similar misery, eh, I mean, vacation ...
My family was wrapping up week two of a trip to California. We had spent time with my aunt and uncle in Camarillo and then headed to Yosemite for several nights before heading home.
This is night two:
|Oh, the pain of it all!|
The story goes (and let me tell you, they love to tell the story...) that I spent much of this night moaning and groaning.
"I just want to go home."
"I just want a real bed."
"I just want my clothes to be in my dresser."
We all have our limits and this was mine! Because of this powerful memory, I could empathize with sad, sweet Norah. It's wonderful to run away for a vacation, but it's also wonderful knowing that eventually you will find yourself back home.
Today I'm thankful for my home ~ where everything is where it should be.
And my clothes are in my dresser!