Wrestle Mania

I have 2 naughty children that have suddenly appeared from their beds to tell me they are scared: my 8 year old–of “Spiderwicks…and there’s nothing you can do about it.”, my 2 year old–of “monsters.” So, to allow me finish my blog, I have allowed them to crawl into the top bunk with their big sister and join her in the “nest” she’s made with her blankets. Only until I am finished blogging, though.
This after an exhausting day….week. Four wonderful children ages 14 through 2 kept me so busy. And today a crazy morning hike with Peter that left us wandering up the back of the mountain on sheer-cliff goat trails, crossing acres of rock slides and narrow, slippery trails. It was a physically and mentally challenging hike. We were climbing free style on parts of that “hike.” My Mom arrived last night and then this am I saw Mom and Kyran off (on the bus) to Nelson.
Felt light headed this evening and took to my bed with a book for the first time ever, it felt. Only to be joined on my bed by three wrestling girls and eventually their father, which led all three girls to chant “Wrestle! wrestle! WRESTLE!”–trying to get their dad to enter into a game. Well, that was it. “OUT!” I said. And then with in minutes, Peter returned to bed, saying he was exhausted and was going right to sleep, and yes, he’s put all three girls to bed.
I got up for water and to return my tea pot to discover…all three still wide awake. Two reading in bed and calling out for “chocolate milk!” and one jumping up and down in her crib calling for “Chockie!” Fast forward to this moment–all three in Mistaya’s nest.
A week ahead of packing, shopping for our trip, finishing my marking and perhaps a few morning beach runs to keep me feeling grounded.
PS My darling Tabitha, master chef of continental breakfasts announced this morning, (after I asked if they were enjoying my fresh baked waffles), “Yes, but I think you put a ‘tinch’ too much baking soda in this time.”