Several years ago, Brandon and I had tickets to go see One Republic, I was floored. I’m a concert junkie and have seen so many great groups. One of my earliest concert memories was watching DC Talk at our church high school group back before they were big, and getting lost in the crazy frenzy as only a deeply introverted person can. Maybe it’s my INFJ showing, but there is nothing like the tangible and sensory isolation at a concert. Its a high in itself.
So my husband looked at my pleading face and spent our meager savings to get me One Republic tickets. He had no idea who One Republic was. I really didn’t either, but I did know I craved the concert rush, and One Republic could likely fulfill.
We are parents of 4 kids, so we were a little late. That is likely the reason that we thought the concert was really short and started to leave after the band left the stage. Kind of a let down, the music was a bit angry and obnoxious for my taste, but still enjoyable. Who doesn’t like a bit of rage with their frenzy? At some point on the way back to the car one of us had the bright idea that we should ask why it ended so soon…and, we found out, it was actually the intermission between The Script, the opening act and One Republic, the main event. The concert hadn’t even begun. We couldn’t stop laughing at our ancient selves, and there was so much joy in knowing that the best was yet to come! And One Republic delivered everything I wanted and more. Brandon even became a fan. Miraculous.
Brandon has discovered that his life in marriage to an untamed gypsy is a lot like that concert.
Our counsilor has helped us recognize that I am deeply, psychotically, undistractedly task oriented. He was nicer than that about saying it. Ha! So we’ve had a really crazy week with 3 goals to accomplish.
Goal one: finish getting the rental and property ready as it’s going to be a wedding venue in 2 weeks. Done.
Goal 2: get 5 kids ready for their dance recital picture perfect this morning. Done, thanks to angel MIL who calmly carted them down the mountain today.
Goal 3: start packing for the trip. Because we are leaving tonight. Almost done. Here is what a Phelps car looks like when packed for a 4-week hybrid hotel/camping road trip.
I think this my 21st cross-country road trip. I’m a pro at packing next to nothing. At some point you realize that you could pack literally your bodies and the clothes on them and stop at one of the 5 bazillion Walmarts for anything at all that you need on any given day.
So this past week has been a bit angry and obnoxious, but we know that the best is yet to come. You sit through the ups and downs of opening act so you will enjoy the main act all the more.
And here we are, in my favorite predicament ever – we are almost ready to go, goals 1 and 2 accomplished, our house looks like a tornado has passed through and left cats everywhere, and tonight we get to fly free! This is where my soul belongs for the moment.
And my children have been raised with the wild wandering bug. My calm, well-ordered, civilized husband married this, and he doesn’t appear to regret it…much. Anyway, if he does mind, he has the image of my father at our wedding with a shotgun laid across his lap burned in his mind. Haha! Staying around is preferable.
And my husband still loves me, which is why I worked so hard to plow down all those other hopefuls way back when. I knew then that I’d found one who was looking for a crazy ride through life. He’s part of the main act. So here’s a One Republic song for him because it makes me laugh at how much this is his life with me, gypsy road trips and all. https://youtu.be/qKCGBgOgp08
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