First of all, I was very blessed by all your kind words. Thank you!
I used to do a lot of my blogging late at night when I couldn't sleep, but lately it seems that I spend from about 2:00 on just trying to stay awake until bedtime. I've had a headache since, well, about August so that's been a bummer and pollen is not my friend.
But tonight I couldn't sleep because I kinda have something on my mind so after tossing and turning for a while, I thought... Hey, it's a blogging opportunity. Now if I'd had some Lucky Charms in the house, I might've taken a different direction here. But I don't... so here I am.
This Thursday, we are supposed to go on a train ride up the coast with our homeschool group. In addition to relayed expectations that our children all be on their absolute best behavior for the ride and the museum tour when we arrive (just shoot me now)... there's the whole train thing. Now don't get me wrong. I actually look forward to the train ride itself. It's more the train tracks that I have a problem with. Yes my friends, I have a deeply held yet understandably misunderstood heart stopping fear of train tracks. Not the trains mind you... just the tracks. And I'll tell you right now that there couldn't have been a worst week for that Australian baby stroller video to hit the airwaves than this one. Yes, I know the baby is fine... Praise the Lord! But any way you look at it, train tracks are just dangerous things. (And Julie... you just stop laughing at me right now!)
I've already started discussing arriving and boarding procedures with the boys. They have been informed that they stay behind me and as far away from the tracks as physically possible until the train has stopped and is ready for us to board. They are to board quickly (so the doors don't shut on us) yet with extreme caution (so they don't trip and fall) and they are not allowed to improvise with any practical jokes at any time.
As for the museum whose curators seem unnaturally obsessed with silent, obedient munchkins for a tour geared at K-2nd graders... I'm wondering if they would notice duct tape over the mouth of my youngest because, Lord help me, that is the only way he is going to be quiet.
And this, my sane friends, is what's keeping me awake.
Please tell me crazy things keep you awake too!