So I figured out a few things leading up to me leaving. But one of them is that I tend to not deal with goodbyes well. By not dealing with them well, I mean I just flat out try not to deal with them. I guess that is why I have been so quiet and not so much of myself the last week. Maybe in a sick twisted way I figure if I don’t have as much fun then there will be less to miss. So, side note, I apologize if I was a little drawn back than my normal self. Well, my last Sunday at church those walls came down, I got prayed over in both services by all my church family, who has stood by me and supported me through this entire process. It was immensely humbling.
On to the real story I want to share with you all, which I will always keep close to my heart-
The last three nights of me being at home, bedtime was rough for me, I slept in the ‘dungeon’ as I like to call it. Not really, but it is in the basement and since my brother and sister-in-law left I am the only one down there. I laid down for approximately .98687362847 seconds and popped right up, grabbed my sleeping bag and pillow and marched up to my little brother’s room (which by the way used to be mine until I left for college and he took it over and is still covered in dolphins) and said, “Watch out! I’m sleeping in here too!” So I did, in my little sleeping bag on the side of the bed, minus the fact that my brother Jonny, has a tendency of mauling people in his sleep, I slept great!
It gets better….
NEXT NIGHT.
I get in my lovely pj’s and run down the hall, up the stairs, across the house, down the stairs, and across the living room, STRAIGHT to my parent’s room. I continued to ‘high jump it’ literally, in my parent’s bed and look straight at them, smiled, and squealed, “GOODNIGHT!” Mom started laughing, and by that I knew she couldn’t resist the opportunity to let her, ONLY daughter slumber party in her room. Dad, is just sitting in the chair in denial of what was about to happen. Next thing I know, Jonny runs in, ‘high jumps it’ on dad’s side of the bed. Dad, still in denial, mom accepting it, in fact secretly I knew she was encouraging it. Mom then declares in a, not so hidden entertained tone, “I’ll just sleep on the floor, it might even be good for my back, and Mark you can sleep in the lazy boy, you’ve done it before.” Mom starts to grab and pillow and blanket and makes a pallet (learned word from my years in Okie-ville, meaning a bed on the floor for all your northerners.) Dad, in the mean time, still in denial, reading his Entrepreneur magazine. Long story, a little shorter, here is the outcome of that night, and surprisingly the next!
Me- Mom’s side of the bed
Dad- Dad’s side of the bed
Mom- On the floor
Jonny- On the lazy boy
Sleepover successful.
As silly as it sounds, those nights were incredibly detrimental to my preparation to leaving. I felt that family comfort, creating special memories that my family has done for years.
My whole life us kids have been, sleep with mom kids. My dad was gone quite often for business trips and we would always fight over who got to sleep with her. The reason why I did not say when we were little, was because this still happens when we are home. Maybe not so much for my married older brother Josh, but if that were not the case he would be fighting for his time.
Do I have pictures, you may ask? YOU BETCHA! See Below!
Conversations while laying in bed:
Dad- “I have been having this reoccurring nightmare of being rolled up in a carpet, think about it, your arms are at your side and your feel are sticking out and you get rolled up and can’t move? Oh man, I need to put my arm up in the arm just thinking about it.”
Kat- “Are you serious Dad? (As I try to push his arm down to his side.)
Dad- “DON’T! I am serious I am feeling sick just thinking about it.”
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Mom-“Oh excuse me.”
Jonny- “Did you fart?”
Mom- “Yes (laughing)”
….few mins later, ok maybe even seconds….
Mom gets up to grab something-
Mom- “Did someone just fart?!”
Kat and Jonny- “Mom, that was you!”
-Shalom
