The list of alarms that show up on my phone are a journal of sorts. The times chronicle and recount the trips, the events and the excitement of the last 6 months. An early morning Regatta here, a plane trip there, an important meeting here, and a bus arrives there. Sometimes these time stamps are fortified with an early morning express-breakfast burrito, sometimes not.
This last one, the 1:30 and the 1:45 am were the arrival of a bus. At 11:30 or so, I was just getting to bed myself, for a nap, when another son said, “Oh No,” while he was standing in the hallway. I braced myself with the words, thinking for a split second of what could be so bad, and wishing that all there was for me to worry about tonight was getting up at 1:30 a.m.
I almost willed that into the moment… because that’s all it was. Nothing, really to be concerned about. Relief…I have to say, the best part about getting woke in the middle of the night to pick up your son, is crawling back into bed, and getting to fall asleep all over again, knowing that your kids are all home, safe and sound.