Rant

I really want to complain today.  I'm tired.  Haydon's teething (and has never been so cranky in his LIFE).  Money's a bit tight.  James is behind in his school work.  Things are just busy.

As I was feeling exhausted and overwhelmed this morning, I thought to myself "I should have another baby.  'Cause then I could be off work.  And all I want to do is sit in my pajamas...which I could do, if I had another baby."

How's that for logic - feeling overwhelmed with life...add another mouth to feed!  And bum to change.

Buuuuuuuuut the staying in pajamas would be nice.  So would the cuddles.

Morning Comes Early

That was the name of one of the pieces in my piano book when I took lessons as a little girl.  I always thought it was funny, and kind of strange.  I didn't really get it.

Lately, do I ever get it!

Morning comes very early around here these days.  When we rise, the time on the clock usually starts with a '4.'  The little anti-sleep has been helped along by daylight savings time to an all-new record in sleep ridiculousness.  James and I take turns getting up with the chipper little man, and he usually ends up going down for a nap between 7:00 and 7:30 (I used to be disgusted that our naps start when normal people get up - now I just laugh).  On the days when I work, James gets up, letting me sleep a leeeeetle longer in preparation for my day.  This, unfortunately, means that on the days I don't work, I have to get up at a ridiculous time.  So much for those lost lovely days of sleeping in on a day off (pondering the fact that James doesn't have to get up for work on his sleep-in days, so, kind of actually gets to sleep in...lucky duck).

The funny thing is, I'm actually starting to enjoy these early mornings.  Haydon is so happy when he gets up, and is content to play fairly independently.  I'm trying to make a point of spending some time in scripture before I pop open the computer, and so I close the living room doors, set toys out for him, and let the word seep into my consciousness to the soundtrack of bangs and beeps and giggles.

Sleep?  Yeah, I'd like more of that.  But Scripture - I need more of that.  Sleep will return, some day.

Don't you know anything? Haven't you been listening?
God doesn't come and go. God lasts.
   He's Creator of all you can see or imagine.
He doesn't get tired out, doesn't pause to catch his breath.
   And he knows everything, inside and out.
He energizes those who get tired,
   gives fresh strength to dropouts.
For even young people tire and drop out,
   young folk in their prime stumble and fall.
But those who wait upon God get fresh strength.
   They spread their wings and soar like eagles,
They run and don't get tired,
   they walk and don't lag behind.

- Isaiah 40:28-31, The Message

Oh, hi

Hello tired blog.

I have missed you.

Kind of like I've missed relaxing, and writing, and hanging out with my husband.

Who just put a hand on my back, asked "how're the dishes coming?" and reminded me of the cheesecake we'll share when they're done.

Someday, I'll write again.

Someday...

(job is good, boy is GREAT!, husband is wonderful)