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!
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Yep. Heights (which means driving across the bridge to the neighboring state is dicey), balconies on any floor above the 2nd one (which is hard when your condo in FL is on the 8th floor), airplanes (which makes it hard to have a 6:00 AM flight when you know you aren't going to sleep the night before it!), and dental anything (which means Sept and Oct have been horrible to me with a gum surgery and a crown proceedure!).
Well, there's too much crazy in my head. Right now, I'm freaking out about the potential 'family' vacation we're scheduled to take between Christmas and New Years. With the WHOLE family. All my IN-LAWS. MIL & FIL are paying for the lodge, but still there's a lot of expenses and the kids will need snow gear that we don't have. Not to mention..we don't have money for those things. And then...We'll be at a high elevation. That freaks me out. And did I mention we'll be vacationing with the IN-LAWS?! I think I'll be freaking out until 2010 about this one.
And gum really can keep kids mouths quiet. Well, it works for mine.
Probably shouldn't tell you that I loved walking on the train tracks when I was young...
About the only crazy things that keep me nowadays are crazy hormones and I'm not sure I can do much about those :-p
I tend not to be a worrier anymore and I can only say it's the Lord that took that away from me because it was something I really struggled with as a young mom probably because I had watched my mom as a worrier. 'Course having a son in the army now may challenge me on that :::sigh:::
Blessings,
Tammy ~@~
Oh, yes! All kinds of things are busy in my mind when I should be sleeping! :o)
Oh, usually the things that wake me up in the middle of the night are utterly absurd in broad daylight. The other night, I woke up and could not fall back to sleep because I was stressing out about how I was going to install some bricks for a flower bed. Seriously. At the time, it seemed like the end of the world. By daylight, well...really.
I have a rather unnatural fear of going through tunnels and under bridges.
I'm convinced that's how/where I'll die when my time comes. Crushed.
And bees. I'm scared of bees. Love honey, not a fan of bees.
I hope you are reveling in the various neuroses we all have. Here's another: I hate having something wrong with me...so i ignore it until (well, forever if I can). I have a bum shoulder I only mentioned to one dear friend. I can't use it at all and think I know what it is...but havent' gone in to get it fixed. If I ignore it, it'll go away, right?
You are not alone.
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