A Symphony Of Snoring

I am staying up well into the night in order to clean up the mess from cooking dinner for my husband and daughter. She had been at a friend's house all day while I dealt with Dalton's illness at the emergency care. And my husband had not had time to eat between work and the ball games, so dinner ended up being at about 10:30 tonight. Besides everything else that took place today (see below), Greg had to come home and study for his teen class at church tomorrow. To say he is exhausted would be quite the understatement. So, he has gone to bed to get up and do it all again come 6am.

Dalton is knocked out by all of his medication and is snoring loudly on the couch. That says something about the rest he really needed because he is not usually a snorer. (Is that a word?) Dh (Dear husband/Designated hitter, for my family who is learning the terminology), however, is. Big Time. And I would be lying if I tried to pretend I always (or even usually) have a good sense of humor about it. Most often, my reactions lack much compassion and leave me needing to repent when I am far too tired to care about doing what is right.

Right now, however, I'm listening delightedly to Dalton and Dh trading turns taking in breath, then blowing it out with a roar. It is causing me to giggle uncontrollably at the two of them and wishing I had someone to share the humor with. They sound like a well-planned symphony of snoring! And tonight this makes me smile, for it's proof they are getting what they both need most at this moment - some well-deserved, deep sleep and rest.