I found out when I woke up around midnight to check to see if I'd set my alarm for the morning, making sure I'd have enough time to get Zoe to school on crutches and escort her to the rehearsal for her 4th grade play.
Everyone in my world knows not to bother calling me late, that my phone and my brain turn on before dawn and off at dusk.
That's why it was weird to see I had 4 unread texts.
5/1/11 11:05pm Text #1 (K): Don't you wish you had lecture tomorrow?
I blink hard and smile. How sweet! She was right, I did wish I had lecture tomorrow. I love teaching history. It's ridiculous how happy I am when I'm lecturing, but the next day was the Monday after Finals week, the day semester grades were due. so no more lectures until August 29. I'm not awake enough to reply with more than a smile and yawn.
5/1/11 11:10pm Text #2: (Mom): Are you watching CNN?
I wrinkle my nose and blink. I'm thinking a Kennedy Special is on. Or maybe more stuff about that wedding over across the sea. It was stranger for her to text me this late - she knew I probably wasn't awake or watching CNN, so I replied to her text with a silent "no."
5/1/11 11:11 Text #3: (C) Osama bin Laden dead.
Now I'm awake. And a little sleepy so I read it again to make sure it didn't say "Saddam Hussein" or "Franklin D. Roosevelt."
I read it right. I didn't answer, because it wasn't a question.
Then my favorite text popped up, the one that got me up out of bed.
5/1/11 11:11 5/1/11 Text #4: (C) We killed him.
I sprung out of bed, landed in front of the TV and scooped up every bit of good news I could with a big spoon and a bigger smile.
I wanted to know then -- and I want to know again, now, when we can we have the big Parade?