You know those moments where it feels like you are in a movie, or you’re living someone else’s life and you just stepped into it. Quantum Leap but on a real and less dramatic scale? Maybe I’m the only one who feels this way and I should just keep these thoughts to myself….but I suppose that it’s too late for that.
I’ll tell you that I had one of those moments yesterday.
I’ve been trying to keep up with bedding and putting everything in its rightful place. (Bedding because V has now moved on to the diarrhea stage of her stomach bug) Uh-huh. Nasty.
It was a busy but good day. A day trying to adjust to smaller quarters and seeing some areas in my kid’s attitudes that I needed to address since it’s staring me in the face
Mark was at our house most of the day taking care of some last-minute stuff for our renters who are coming in a couple of days.
The kids were missing their Dad and were asking about saying goodnight to him and I said, “When your Dad gets home he’ll say goodnight) – weird.
Really truly. Home.
Did I just call this camper our home?! It didn’t seem possible. But it is our reality. I’m thinking I must have felt like Dr. Sam Beckett did (were he real and all), sans the whole nude entry part.