AuburnChick's Adventures

Today was one of those longgggggg days.

Oh, it wasn’t bad, mind you.  It was just one of those days that found me leaving the house at 6:50 and not arriving home until almost midnight.

I had gotten asked to chaperon my first away football game with the band, and boy was I psyched!  I was also reminded how extremely grateful I am to have a job in which I get off early on Fridays (and a wonderful principal who allows me to slip out twenty minutes early in addition to that).

Folks, I was IN MY ELEMENT on that trip!  Being with the other chaperons – the new friends I’ve made this year – made me so happy, as did being around the kids.

I happily skipped with two of the students from the bus to the mall, where we had stopped for lunch.

Yeah, I’m a little weird.

Whatever.

The band played their hearts out during the game, and although Pondunk, USA School did not win, we left knowing that we’d tried.

The way home was interesting.  Strangely, the kids were more hyped than the trip to the game.  I had the unfortunate pleasure of sitting in front of a gal who decided to sing, off-key, the ENTIRE way home.  It was a long hour and a half.  Rooster, who had been on a different bus, later asked me why I didn’t ask the student to stop.  I told him that I was trying to be nice.

Oy.

But, that’s life, and if that’s the worst thing I ever have to endure, then I’m a lucky gal.

On the way home, the Mr. called me twice.  “When are you getting home,” he wanted to know.

I figured he was concerned…especially the second time because it had been a good thirty minutes since I had told him we were fifteen minutes out.

We got home, and Rooster and I wearily climbed out of the car, each eager to climb into bed.

The Mr. greeted us at the door and announced, “I was bored, so I decided to rearrange Chicky’s room as a surprise for when she comes home for Thanksgiving.  Come see what I did.”

I muttered, under my breath, “If you were so bored, you should have cleaned the house.”

I’m nice that way.

Then, as we made our way to her room, I continued, “Chicky is going to kill you when she sees whatever you’ve done.”

I opened her door and turned on the light.

I glanced at her bed, expecting to see it across the room from where it was originally located.

Oh.

My.

Word.

There was a person sitting on the bed.

It took a moment for things to register in my brain.

The person on the bed was my Chicky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I screamed in surprise while she grinned from ear-to-ear.

I hurried over to hug her, tears filling my eyes.

It had been one month since I’d seen her last, and I’ve been longing to touch that silky, blond hair and wrap my arms around her.

I glanced at the Mr.  He looked quite pleased with himself.

He had known she was coming home since Monday.

Chicky had not posted anything on Facebook in fear that I would find out.  I’m addicted to Facebook, you see, and not much gets past me.

I think it’s safe to say that I will not be getting much work done this weekend.

Oh, she has plans for the morning, and I’ll work then.  However, the afternoon is mine, and I plan to use every second to catch up with my baby girl.

I must mention that it was Guy Friend who brought her home to me.  He had parked his car in a neighbor’s driveway so I would be surprised.

He entered the house after the cat had been let out of the bag.

He was smiling.

I gave him a huge hug that relayed my thanks for having brought my baby home to me.

They each brought home friends, so I have the opportunity to get to know some other young people.

I am so incredibly happy right now.

My girl is home.

This is bliss.

 

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