Evelyn’s first sleepover is officially in effect. At 10:33 pm, she and Emma are tucked under a sheet, wearing their onesie pajamas, surrounded by stuffies like life preservers in an ocean of a double bed. Just an hour ago, I found them both on the living room couch with pillows and blankets. “A monster with big teeth was in the shadows,” they said, their eyes as big as flapjacks, trying to work their magic of persuasion. But I didn’t bite. “Girls, the only option is Evelyn’s bed. Otherwise, the sleepover is over.”
With the ultimate consequence laid out, they reluctantly retreated back to Evelyn’s room, tails between their legs.
Now, I’m glued to my phone, watching live video feeds from a man in Fort Myers, Florida who is documenting the hurricane’s impact from the second story of his apartment complex. The river has flooded and is creeping up his steps. I can barely make out what he’s saying because the wind is thrashing his phone’s microphone.
It’s a strange mix of feelings watching this. I feel this deep angst for the people in its path, worrying if the storm might get worse. At the same time, there’s a relief—it seems like it might not be as devastating as predicted, though there’s still uncertainty. I can’t help but acknowledge that thrill-seeker part of me, though, the one who almost wished for a bit more of the chaos, more of the storm’s fury. It’s a strange thing to feel.
I had to turn it off, though. With high tide still hours away, the worst is yet to come, but I can’t stay glued to the unfolding storm. There’s tomorrow to think of—early risers in the house, Dave leaving for Atlanta in the morning, and me needing to squeeze in a walk. Sleep has to take priority.
As I sit here, reflecting on the evening, I realize that the sleepover has been a success. I’m genuinely happy for both Evelyn and Emma. They’ve done so well, handling their little monster fears and settling in. This milestone is important for Evelyn, and it makes me proud to see her growing up and finding joy in moments like this.
So, I’m signing off earlier than I’d like. But it’s for a good cause—resting this beautiful gray matter in my dome.
Take care! Love, Jaclynn
Going On 40 