The Puddles

It is 10:40pm and it is time to go to bed.  Long day of nothing on the schedule but still so much to do.  I think my lack of sleep is catching up to me.  My brain is only working at half speed.  I actually got to talk to Chris.  He sounds good and happy.  Excited about being where he is at.  Awesome.

I fear that we may be coming to the end of goodness in my children.  We are eating dinner and someone hadn’t done her homework (like I asked), someone hadn’t washed her hands (like I asked), and someone sat there quietly hoping I wouldn’t ask him anything.  Tears followed. (It wasn’t the beginning of tears that evening and unfortunately it wouldn’t be the end.) I sent them all upstairs to follow up on everything I had asked them to do earlier (especially the nasty dirty hands.  Gross!).  I stepped outside and called my mom.  Just the medicine I needed.  A good conversation while sitting outside in the beautiful evening weather.  The quiet peace didn’t last very long.  But I managed to put everyone to bed without too much drama.  Now it is my turn.  I really wanted to stay up tonight and try to finish all of my computer work this evening, but my computer is NOT cooperating with me.  I am accepting this as divine intervention.  The world, and my computer, is telling me to go to bed.  I will try to finish tomorrow.

You know that it is time to go to bed when you have desperately tried to caffeinated this evening by drinking large amount of dt. coke and coffee (not at the same time!) and you could still fall asleep while sitting upright and typing on the computer (I could seriously type this entire entry with my eyes clothes and I think that it would be ok.  I am that tired.) Time to listen to my brain and the computer (and my problems are not because it is a mac.  It is the PC world that I am trying to work with.) and go to bed.  Good night.