A questioning has been burning within my gut. I must know.
Do you or your significant other iron blue jeans?
Pictures of my life in a thousand words . . . more or less.
. . . because not everything fits in a box. Sometimes, you have to use a bag.
A questioning has been burning within my gut. I must know.
Do you or your significant other iron blue jeans?
Today, when I clicked on my new obsession, a live picture of Papeete, Tahiti, I felt a little gleeful when I saw cloudy skies and rain in the tropical paradise.
My daughter woke up at 5:18 a.m. this morning which made me very unhappy. I said to her, “IT IS NOT MORNING!” in a perturbed, non-nurturing loud voice. I rocked her for a while and then she insisted on going downstairs, so downstairs we went, me stomping down every step, realizing that my sockless toes would be cold. I didn’t turn on a single light, but plopped into the recliner. She was still and heavy against me, breath in slow rhythm, but when I took her back upstairs to return her to her crib, she began to cry, so back downstairs I stomped.
I dozed off and on, so I feel whiny complaining about my lack of sleep, but still. I went back to bed at 8:00 a.m. for forty-five minutes, then rushed like a lunatic to get us to church on time.
After church, three kids came over to play–the boys are having a sleep-over with their twin friends, and their sister needed a place to stay for a couple of hours while her parents were in meetings. When my husband returned home at 2:30 p.m., Babygirl hadn’t napped yet because I couldn’t very well lay down with her and leave six kids unsupervised in my house. I’d been waiting for him, but by then, Babygirl was having so much fun playing with The Girl (as she called the fifth grade girl), that I didn’t have the heart to force her to nap.
And then it was too late, so I struggled to keep her awake until 7:00 p.m. I hope she returns to her regularly scheduled sleeping habits immediately.
On a positive note, I managed to get the downstairs area of my house clean today–vacuuming, mopping, everything. On the other hand, my mood today reminded my husband of his favorite joke:
“Do you wake up grumpy in the morning?”
“No, I usually let her sleep in.”
Ha ha ha ha. Yeah, real funny.
And now, back to my transcription. I just hope my daughter sleeps until 7:00 a.m. tomorrow . . . although, on the other hand, if she doesn’t, my husband has the day off and it will finally be his turn to get up before dawn with her.