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"Aren't You Gone??"
Nov. 19th, 2005 06:15 am*sigh*
No, I haven't left yet.
I get up at 5:15am most days. This morning my alarm was set for 7:00 -- a nice extension, especially after The Daughter was so wired last night (and the upstairs children so noisy, despite repeated requests for the adults to get them to calm down and stop running and jumping on our ceiling) that we didn't fall asleep until well after 10pm. But I was awake at 5:30 this morning and have not been able to get back to sleep.
The Daughter isn't the only one who's feeling like it's Christmas morning.
We're all packed, except for shampoo, toothbrushes, and the pajamas I'm wearing. We have snacks for the train, lots of books, my tarot cards, her drawing materials, and her new Turbo Twist Spelling gadget. She also has the complete Bone in her carry-on, despite all my implorings for her to leave it home. (The volume is about 12 inches tall and four inches thick -- quite a mass to be handled over a 36 hour trip.) I almost ordered her to leave it home, but decided I'd rather have her regret her own decision than be the heavy about something like that at the beginning of a vacation trip.
I remember very little of my own train trip to Disneyland in December of my 6th grade year -- primarily that I had just received the Lord of the Rings for my birthday and carried the entire boxed set as my own reading material -- so who am I to complain about my daughter's choice about Bone? I remember that it was tough going. I was a smart kid, but this was my first epic fantasy, and the names left me terribly confused. I seem to remember not being able to keep Aragorn and Boromir straight in my mind, for example.
Anyway. . . It's 6:32am, I wish I were asleep, but instead I'm reflecting and rambling.
No, I haven't left yet.
I get up at 5:15am most days. This morning my alarm was set for 7:00 -- a nice extension, especially after The Daughter was so wired last night (and the upstairs children so noisy, despite repeated requests for the adults to get them to calm down and stop running and jumping on our ceiling) that we didn't fall asleep until well after 10pm. But I was awake at 5:30 this morning and have not been able to get back to sleep.
The Daughter isn't the only one who's feeling like it's Christmas morning.
We're all packed, except for shampoo, toothbrushes, and the pajamas I'm wearing. We have snacks for the train, lots of books, my tarot cards, her drawing materials, and her new Turbo Twist Spelling gadget. She also has the complete Bone in her carry-on, despite all my implorings for her to leave it home. (The volume is about 12 inches tall and four inches thick -- quite a mass to be handled over a 36 hour trip.) I almost ordered her to leave it home, but decided I'd rather have her regret her own decision than be the heavy about something like that at the beginning of a vacation trip.
I remember very little of my own train trip to Disneyland in December of my 6th grade year -- primarily that I had just received the Lord of the Rings for my birthday and carried the entire boxed set as my own reading material -- so who am I to complain about my daughter's choice about Bone? I remember that it was tough going. I was a smart kid, but this was my first epic fantasy, and the names left me terribly confused. I seem to remember not being able to keep Aragorn and Boromir straight in my mind, for example.
Anyway. . . It's 6:32am, I wish I were asleep, but instead I'm reflecting and rambling.
