One Night

We are going away for one night. And leaving straight from church.

It would be just as easy packing two girls and my husband with all of their belongings (life vests, swim goggles, legos, toddler bed, crayons and coloring book, shampoo, dvds, books for the car, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for a carseat picnic) for one week than it has been packing us for one day. Just one day. We are going with some friends to their place in the desert.

Where
it
is
supposed
to
be
108 degrees.

Wow. That's okay, we love the high desert July and August. No one is there and the only thing you can do is swim, nap, and watch movies. Even some of the retail stores shut their doors and go elsewhere for the desert summer.

I feel like I've done so much work for so little time.

I see this when I am impatient with cereal and milk spilled all over the floor this morning. Or when Naomi's dirty diaper ends up outside of her dirty diaper when I am loading the car (I'll spare you the details although it is worthy of a post in itself).

I have to wonder what possibly could be worth this headache?

There is the lazy river at the condo complex. And the time spent with good friends and their baby. It is the 24 hours of time the girls have with their daddy, uninterrupted and free. It is the experience of a new place we are giving the girls, even if it is only for one night.

I think of this as I pick up old french fries from the car, and do the mundane things that make up 90% of my life. I think of this when I feel like I never have the time to do the writing I feel called to do, or when I can't exercise in the morning because I am cuddling a sleepy two-year-old.

Yes, it is all worth it. Even if it is just for one night.