Can you hear the Mister and I whooping it up like a bunch of rowdy frat boys?
Wanna know why?
My Mister works in sales. He works his a** off to support our family. We don't live in the lap of luxury, but we certainly meet our needs. We (the children and I) are so very blessed to have him as the head of our home.
In these past few quarters, the Mister's hard work has come to fruition. For quite a time, he was ranked #1 out of the 327 sales reps in his division. As for now, he is coming in at a shiny #3.
So a while back, his company announced a new sales incentive contest, entitled:
And come next weekend, guess what the Mister and I are gonna be doing!?!
Running through a warehouse
The Mister and I have never been anywhere, just the two of us, away from the family, for more than 1 night. We have never flown somewhere together. Truth be told, I'm a nervous wreck about the prospect of having to fly away (I hate flying), but I know that we'll be fine and the kids will be in good hands.
My dear, wonderful Mother Jimmy and her BFF, the awesome Grandma Sandy are going to bunk down at our home to watch the crew, with my brother providing late afternoon and dinnertime assistance.
We are beyond thankful for this amazing blessing. As you can imagine, with a family of seven and one wage-earner, many things (like a new laptop or computer to replace my still-defunct one), are just flat outside of our budget. And when we do have extra room in the budget, it usually ends up alloted to things like the childrens' violin/piano/dance. I'm not complaining at all, because those are choices that we joyfully make. But to be given an opportunity to get a new computer or two for our homeschool, or to replace my fritzing-out microwave, or to maybe even score a treadmill to help me lower my bloodpressure (ha ha!), well, it is the most spectacular blessing to us.
Now do you hear that noise? Those grunting/shlumping/panting/groaning sounds? That's the Mister, outside in the garage, working out and training for the Run Through the Warehouse.
Tomorrow, I'm going to load up all the children on a sled, attach it to our dolly, and have the Mister run sprints up and down the street.
He just doesn't know it yet.