I’m not quite sure if I knew how desperately I was needing a break. And then they were here and I was like, ‘ahhhhhh’.
Mom was on it and let my brother know before arrival that they were not coming here to rest and relax but to RESCUE! ‘Don’t get your R’s confused! Never just walk by a dishwasher! Always load or unload! Do not sit down unless you’re reading a child a book or rocking a baby!’. haha. Not really but sorta.
And so for seven heaven sent days, I barely held the babies unless I was nursing them. My family cooked some amazing meals, mom braved all the kids a couple times so I could go out for a long walk with dad. Wes tried to convince us that the short way up and down Old Rag was only 4.5 miles and so off we hiked. (Newsflash, the mileage was greatly underestimated).
I always forget how funny Davey is and how intriguing our family discussions can be. He and Jennifer stayed with Wesley’s parents and I think that’s when he let them know he couldn’t believe that I was relatively sane with all the children happening over here. haha. Thanks for the shout out Dave.
I also became aware that as I have endeavored to morph into type B, Davey has been morphing into the type A I left behind. This became more apparent on our hike down old rag where he was quizzing me on the exact steps I was going to take to ensure my running goals were met. And I was like, ‘I’m just going to keep running farther.’ ‘But what measurable steps are you taking to make that feasible?’.
It was truly wonderful. And gave me such a boost that even when they were all gone and everyone was a little melancholy I was like, ‘Ok, I can do this.’.
hahaha. Oh my gosh I’m so thankful for them all. Thank you family dear for sweeping in to the rescue!!!!