Up Worrying

Darn! I was sleeping so good. T came in and tripped in the dark and hit his chin on something, which started him crying. We got him up on the bed, and I kissed it better. Amazing what a panacea one little kiss is. Of course, it immediately stopped hurting him. MIRACLE! He stole one of my pillows almost immediately and then the kicking started in. Both Z and I, just as we were getting off to sleep, were getting pelted by little two-year-old legs in footy pajamas (which seemed to soften the blows a little bit). The house was hot, even with our window open. I finally closed the window and went down to turn on the A/C. I asked T if he wanted to change out of the hot jammies, but he refused. The pelting continued until I'd had enough. Z finally took him to his own bed, but by then it was too late. I was wide awake; I had reached the point of no return.




So, here I lay. Wide awake. Worrying about my 15-year-old daughter up on Mount Hood. I miss her so much when she's gone. Most especially these past two nights as there's been so much rain. I can't imagine how cold and wet she must be. They were limited to a 35 pound backpack, which really meant the bare necessities. She didn't even have an extra pair of shoes. Those were eliminated as we pared down after the first weighing. At this point, I'm just hoping she's okay. We'll see this afternoon. I'm hoping she comes home with some great stories to tell and that her experiences there will become some great memories. She was with friends, so that should count for something.