I have sick kids. The boys. Both have a cold. Nothing life-threatening, but hard on us all.
It seems like every one of the kids was up at least once during the night last night.
The baby was congested. Dalton had leg aches. Shelby was awakened by Dalton's coughing.
Thank goodness it was a holiday today, and thank goodness that Gavin let me sleep in thismorning, after that rough night. So, today was a day of "clearing out". Out with old toys that never get used. Out with a disorganized closet that was a waste of space, which now houses all of Dalton's sports gear (yippee! finally a place for all of it) and finally, out with the old President. This is the last night our country has this President. Tomorrow we begin anew. I have butterflies in my stomach. I am beyond excited. I watched some of Obama's acceptance speech today, mixed with parts of Martin Luther King Jr.'s speech, and I had tears flowing down my cheeks. This is the day that Dr. King spoke about. Today we are all equal. Today all things are possible. I know that he will make mistakes. I know that he is not the Savior reincarnate. But I also know that he will give it his all. And I, as an American citizen, will give it my all...which is what he is asking from each of us. My children don't see this as anything historic. To them, he is just another guy. They don't know the history that led up to this moment. So when they see me get emotional, it doesn't make sense to them. They will get it when they are older. And they will understand why their mom got teary over "some guy".
I can now remember how it felt to be a kid on Christmas Eve night...it is magical!