Friday night / Saturday early morning I had been up every hour due to Wesley catching tucks cold. Even once he would go to sleep I had a hard time sleeping soundly. I know it can get much worse and I count my lucky stars. But when it’s the middle of the night and my baby is sick – you can count me a nervous wreck. So to say I was a zombie on Saturday is putting it mildly. Made it to Tucks soccer class and lunch somehow but I’m sure I wasn’t speaking coherent sentences. So when I got four hours of consecutive sleep saturday night, with a couple of two hours consecutive thrown in, and JB had me “sleep in” until 8:30, I felt like a new woman ready to tackle the world. Or at least Wesley’s first day on the boat. Wesley happily slept the whole way through. Tuck cracked me up the whole time – with lots of (hilarious) dancing to country music, asking an asleep wesley if “baby you know nemo??” and “mom! boat! mom! bird!!” x a thousand. We ran away from those crazy florida storms (that I love. when indoors!) and thankfully didn’t get caught. We were bad and ate publix fried chicken for lunch. It was a really nice sunday, even though we didn’t make it to church.
God knew just what we all needed: a little seaside salt air.
