‘Squarter to 3, there’s noone in the place, except you and me…
So here I sit, awake at this unreasonable hour of the morning, writing a blog post. I have a really yummy salad with garbanzo beans, parmesan cheese and Italian dressing. Perhaps I will be able to get to sleep after my tummy is full. I have been having contractions all day, which keep distracting me from relaxing thoughts to instead making mental notes of all the things I need to get done before the baby is born. Not conducive to sleep! (Note to self: stop planning all the pre-baby details in the wee hours of the morning).
Today was a good day. It was James’ last day in Atlanta at the Catalyst conference. I don’t sleep very well while he’s gone, so I got up late. We still managed to have a nice learning time, though. My friend Kathey, who is usually homebound for health reasons, was feeling well enough to walk to my house this morning! That was a pleasant surprise. She brushed Elsie’s hair while I folded laundry. Moriah made us all a pot of tea to share, and we chatted. When all the children were done with their math page (or phonics cards in Peter’s case), we started on a lesson from our book, The Mystery of the Periodic Table.
Kathey and I helped the children cut posterboard for the accompanying project. We finished chapter 4 today, which was about the alchemists. Kathey walked home, and I tidied up a bit before lunch. (Translated: bulldozed all the stuff on the dining room floor into a pile, had Moriah put away all the things we think we can’t live without, and threw the considerable remainder in the trash).
After lunch, we took our weekly trip to the library. This was a nice jaunt. Moriah got to talk to her favorite librarian, who let all the children pick out coloring or puzzle pages to take home. In a stunningly exciting development, I found on the shelves the book that Raquel thought she had returned to the library but the computer said she hadn’t. Somehow it got reshelved without being checked in, and now we can stop scouring the house for it. We couldn’t think of anywhere else to look, anyhow.
Evening brought regular updates from James on his progress home, and then finally his arrival a tad after midnight. Thank you, Lord, for a safe trip! But despite being very tired and having a nice husband to snuggle up to, I can’t get to sleep. At least I can write a blog post. That must count for something. But it doesn’t count for sleep, which is oh! so helpful to functioning in a sane and patient way. So mother, if you are reading this, I have finished my salad and am off to go to bed and sleep. Good night, dear hearts and gentle blog readers; good night.