Pillow Talk

My boys slept until eight o'clock this morning.
Actually Sweet T is still asleep.

(You know what?
I should probably stop saying
"the boys"
when I am only talking about Big E and Sweet T.
There's a new boy. But he's not a boy yet, really.
He's a baby. A tiny little baby.
I'll group him in with his brothers when he is a bit older.
So you understand who I'm talking to when I say
"the boys.")

But I'm so glad those
guys slept! I feel like
Sweet T has been running
ragged for such a long time.
Like ever since Baby J
was born. Over the
Christmas holidays,
he would just look like he
was sleep walking
by supper time.

And we would put him to
bed on time, even
early sometimes, but it was just
like he wasn't resting properly
or something. But I think he's catching up.
And sleeping in
this morning will help.

Lovely K was up early.
I got up to deal with Baby J
sometime after dawn
and she wasn't in her bed.
She went downstairs and
read a library book.
Her room is right by Baby J's room
and sometimes he wakes her up.


Sweet T just got up and stumbled
his sleepy-eyed self in here.
The first thing he said is,
"Is today my last day?"
He meant his last day to be three.
Tomorrow is his birthday.
He's been counting down the days.
He also wanted to know if four years old is too old
for spankings. I had to explain how that was related
to behavior, not age. But how funny that he
thought that this birthday would come
with a "get out of spankings free" card.
"Sorry, Mom, you can't spank me anymore.
I'm four years old."

By the way, the coffee maker did its thing this morning. I didn't pop out of bed at the first hint of that mountain fresh aroma drifting up the stairs. (It's been so hard to get up the last two days! It's like all this inadequate sleep has caught up to me.) But when I did get up, I made my way to the caffeine. And you know what I added to my coffee this morning? Rediwhip. Whipped cream. It just sounded so good at the moment. And it was good. No black coffee for me. Mercy no. I have to have a bunch of stuff mixed in with it. Sugar. Flavorings are good. And now I know that whipped cream is another nice additive.

So we are off and running on a new day. I'm going to throw some breakfast at the big kids and get into the shower first thing this morning. I have GOT to get "the boys'" hair cut today. They are beginning to look like the Beatles. Not that I mind that, really. I have to say, I like shaggy hair. And they both wear it well. But we'll save that for when they are older, huh? And then they'll probably want military hair cuts. Yuck.

I just got an e-mail from Lloyd Dobbler.
Here's part of what it said:
More sleep for you is looming on the horizon.
Just keep moving towards it.

Sounds like something you'd read
in your fortune cookie, doesn't it?

Last night when I climbed into bed for the first time,
I was thinking how lovely it will be when I go to bed
one of these nights and know that I can sleep
the entire night. I've never been the type of
person who has trouble sleeping.
Wild horses have had to be called in
to rouse me from my sleep in times past.
And I told you before, I don't function
well on little sleep. I turn evil very fast.
I don't mean to. It just happens.

I need sleep.
I love sleep.
Sleep makes me want to be a better person.
Sleep completes me.
Sleep had me at hello.