It was chocked full of swimming, food, baseball games, food, and fireworks.
Did I mention food?
I have been so busy that I haven't had much computer time.
Something happened last night that screamed "post".
And because of this, I must write another open letter.
I know you are sick of these.
So am I.
If these people would just leave a forwarding address or phone number, I wouldn't have to write and you wouldn't be stuck having to read .
We could all be happy.
That my interpeeps...just ain't happening today.
Bear with me.
I feel compelled to write.
July 6, 2008
Hi. I am the in-the-deepest-ever-rem-sleep-of-my-life-mom you woke up Saturday night. At 3am. Thankyouverymuch. I have no idea what I was dreaming about at the time, but it was deep. The ear deafening sound that penetrated my ear woke me from my slumber. I was sure it was a gun. I was certain it was at or near my head. It wasn't. I ran from one child's bedroom to another to check on my precious children. Everyone was breathing. Everyone was fine. Except me. I was not doing either. Then it happened again. The loud, familiar sound. I had heard it recently. Ah, yes. Fireworks. The sound of the rocket as it launched in the air and then the loud BOOM that followed. I ran to the dining room window and peered out. That is when I saw YOU in the dark just a block away. You had set up your little one-man show in the middle of the road. I have no idea what setting off the illegal fireworks did for you? I have no idea what was going on in your mind. I can only tell you what was going on in mine. Anger. Disbelief. Rage. Had I been dressed to go outside, I might have lit a firework up.... well, you get the picture. You must be young and very dumb. You see, just behind where you set up post lives a very important man in our community. The chief of police. (Let that information settle for a minute.) That might explain the rush of police cars to the scene. I just wanted to properly thank you for waking me up so early in the morning. I can usually count on my children to do that, but at least they do it quietly. I wanted to thank you for the near heart attack I experienced too. My heart is just now getting back to a normal arrhythmia. Finally, I wanted to thank you for allowing me to watch the sun come up. Due to all the commotion, I simply could not go back to sleep.
I am all for celebrating the Fourth. I am all for patriotism. I just think celebrating in the middle of the night is probably not the best idea. The next time you have a need for a "fire" fix at such an hour...might I suggest sparklers?
Sleepless in NC
* Oops. I wrote several posts over the weekend and scheduled them on blogger to post on different days.
That is a great concept.
Except I messed up.
This letter was suppose to have posted yesterday and today should have been the Mosaic Meme.
I am smart like that.
Maybe tomorrows post will be about Christmas.
I will give you a hint what it will be about:
The Impending Arrival!!!