Tired Musings

My children don't care what the clock on the wall says...they follow their own internal clock. Daylight Savings Time may be over and the clock may say 5 am, but Grant's little eyes popped open at what he thought was 6. Grace followed close behind at 5:15 and then Merritt at 5:30. We made everyone stay in bed until 6, but nobody slept including Chad and I who had to deal with each child in turn plus one potty break. Lack of sleep makes me think rather randomly...it's a sort of "stream of consciousness" thing.

I've been really hungry lately. I guess it's make up for 6 months of not eating much of anything. For a while, cereal and I were not friends. That was such a tragedy! It's no good to be on the outs with cereal...it's the world's easiest food...instant gratification in a bowl. We are now buddies again and I am currently in love with Corn Chex. Yum. I also have a thing lately for milk, eggs, and bananas.


Grant is irrational because he is tired. He doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.

My dreams have been really bizarre. Last night I dreamed my feet were swollen and my toes looked tiny and pudgy and weird. My feet were also really, really white. They kinda looked like beluga whales. I don't know why I'm worried about pudgy feet, they've only been puffy once so far. And why was The Love Boat theme playing in my dreams last night? How about this one...I dreamed I was a little Italian grandmother and my son was Chef Pisghetti from Curious George...only he wasn't a nice chef, he was some kind of mafia king pin and when I tried to turn him in to the police he shot balls of electricity out of a hair dryer at me. Amazingly, I was extremely agile and he missed. All this happened to the theme of Miami Vice. (What is up with the theme songs? I didn't watch Love Boat or Miami Vice back in the day. I was actually deeply resentful of Miami Vice because it replaced a cop show I liked where the main character had a mustache and was cute. I don't remember what it was called. My brother Chris watched Miami Vice though. Why did they think Don Johnson would look good in pastel t-shirts and white pants and a white jacket? The 80's were weird.) Oh, I also dreamed that Chad brought home a new-born baby! He was so excited because he'd saved the poor little thing from harm and adopted it the same day. He thought I would be thrilled but I was just confused because we were three months from having another baby and what on earth would I do with all these babies? Pregnancy makes for odd dreams.

It is snowing like crazy, but I'm okay with that. I was getting tired of all the 70 degree weather in November...that's just not normal. Besides, I'm hot! Now it is cold and I am finally comfortable. It's all about me people!

I have two new front tires on my car, so that is good. I barely made it up my driveway a couple of times last year, but now I'll look like those drivers in Jeep commercials just plowing through snow banks and junk.

I think I might be full. I ate poached eggs for lunch. I decided to try and make a poached egg in the microwave today. Do you know they explode? I didn't know that either but it sure was interesting to watch.

I've been learning Dutch - sorta. I've been indexing baptismal records from South Africa in the 17 and 1800's. South Africa used to be a Dutch colony. I know that "gedoop" means baptism and "kinderen" means children and "geloofs" means beliefs and "moeder" means mother and "vader" means father. That should have been a clue to Luke Skywalker don't you think...Darth "Father" and all that? It wouldn't have been such a nasty surprise if Luke had known some Dutch!

It's time for me to lie down...my tired musings are tiring me out.