I woke up in the middle of the night panicked that I left the pizza out from our dinner ... Because after we ate dinner in the living room, amongst me folding laundry, daughter one doing homework and my other daughter stretching, I was toast.
As I stumbled to the kitchen, I flip on the light. There isn't anything on the counter- nope. Pizza is gone. Where is it? Well, in the refrigerator in baggies for lunch tomorrow! (Why else do I say, "yes" to pizza in the middle of the week!!! Leftovers!
Daughter one, in between all the other stuff we tended to last night, cleaned up the kitchen.
Go ahead, judge that it is 4:36 am and I'm just recognizing that. But I'm okay with that after our crazy night of our normal.
In between getting husband ready for work, laundry, grading, reading, planning and looking ahead to tomorrow (well, today, but you get it...) I forgot.
I'm in middle.
I'm in the middle of my life. Middle aged, middle parenting, middle career... middle marriage.
Two weeks ago, we celebrated fourteen years married. Two weeks before that, I celebrated forty three years on this planet. This is my middle.
Middle of being an adult. Some may stuck in the middle.
But I don't think the middle is so bad ... Ever had an Oreo?!?
So, here is what happens in the middle.
Busy, hectic but beautiful.
I crawl back into bed, I have at least 40 minutes plus 2 snoozes before I will get out of bed for real! I check on the girls. I cover up daughter #1.
I ask her if she is cold she says, "I'm good."
I say, "Thanks for putting up the pizza" ... She says, "of course."
If this is the middle. I'm okay with it. Truly. The moments in the middle (of the night, in this case) is what matters.
