1:22 a.m. Sigh. It’s getting to be a familiar sight. How is it I can fall asleep if I so much as sit down, during the day, but at night? Forget it. I turn off the TV, I turn on the fan (oh, who am I kidding, there is a fan in our room 365 days a year- and it was already on) hoping the white noise will help. I get up and check the kids. Again. I listen to David’s rhythmic snoring, tapping along in time on the headboard. I listen to the wind whipping the trees around the yard, and then go look at the frozen world dimly glowing through the windows on the landing.
It’s so cold. We’re in a deep-freeze. Honestly, I don’t think it got above 11 degrees today. It’s dry, and what little snow we have is blowing around like confectioners sugar in the bitter gusts. The only good part is, I can leave the groceries in the garage and everything stays really cold. That is, if I could go buy groceries… sigh.
It is a nice time to have a fire. The other morning, since I couldn’t sleep, I got up before dawn to make breakfast pie, homemade biscuits and sawmill gravy. With the Chrismas tree lighting the room, we gathered the kids around the fire and ate our breakfast in cozy comfort. There was even hot chocolate with marshmallows. It was a good way to start the day. And yet somehow, Jeffrey still managed to be late for school. I don’t know how that happens.
Someone in our ward has been leaving treats and gifts on our porch every night. We’ve been given baking supplies, copper cookie cutters, Crate & Barrel measuring cups and cookware, craft kits and a small, beautiful nativity set for the kids, and tonight was an awesome art pop-up book by the incomparable Robert Sebuda. Someone is being very, very good to us.
The next few days are going to be hectic. I have so much to do, and well, here I sit, meandering my thoughts out my fingers and onto Teh Intertubes. That’s a productive woman. That’s woman who knows what’s important. That’s a woman at the end of her rope, who’s going to be really, really tired tomorrow…