It’s 10 pm. I got the two younger kids in bed at about 9. DJ wasn’t feeling great, but had a lot of homework. She’s been working upstairs in her bedroom. I am furiously catching up on email, kid’s school folders, check writing, thank you notes, and a few work projects. Doing my baked bean shoulder presses in between.
The phone rings. I hustle over. It’s DJ, calling from her cell phone.
“DJ? Are you still at home?”
“Yes. I’m upstairs. I’m going to bed. Just thought I’d let you know.”
“Did you break your leg?”
“No. I just didn’t feel like getting out of bed.”
I’m surprised she didn’t Facebook me. I love that kid!