the power of 4

I am noticing a lot of things seem to be relating to the number 4 right now.

After the 4th rejection of a GM position with my restaurant chain, I was provoked to write the possible career limiting letter to my bosses. In turn, I found out that it didn't really matter, my career was previously limited anyway.

The letter though did end up scoring me a meeting with the director of operations. We had a chat last week, which was good for my soul. It was also good, because I ended up scoring his tickets to the Vancouver/Detroit game last night, 7 rows up from the ice. I got to see both of Ryan Kesler's breakaway goals, up close and personal. That put the final score of the game last night 4-1 in Vancouver's favor.

This morning, I got up early. Well, I guess it wasn't really early, it just seemed early. 6:45am is when we usually try to get up when it's a school day, so there isn't too much rushing around to get ready. Alas, today is Sunday, which means we should all be sleeping in until 10 or 11am. This doesn't usually happen, but it should. The big deal about today is there were not just 2 kids waking us up with the sun, but 4. Hunter & MacKenzie slept over last night, so the kids were all just waiting for each other to wake up to begin tearing all the toys out of their tidy homes and encouraging them to find new and exciting places all about the floors/beds/couches/floors. Did I mention the toys all over the floors? I can't imagine the toys ever knowing this much freedom, so far apart from their usual pile. I wonder if any are scared, now that they aren't right beside each other sharing their tiny space in a bin or a drawer. Left to the big, wide world; nothing but space all around them, with the constant threat of being stepped on by a running child, or sleepy adult. Maybe they are learning that as much as freedom sounded like a good idea at the time, maybe they really were better off living in close quarters. At least they were safe.

Did I mention that I am home with all 4 of these children by myself? Vanessa has gone on a day trip to the USA with her sister. It's been 3 hours now, and the big question is: Will I survive the 4th?