There's got to be a morning after!

If you ever feel like a title to a post here
doesn't make any sense at all, it's probably
a line from a song. Like today.
Some song from the 70's.
It's just what crossed my mind as I sat down here
this morning. There's an appropriate song for
every situation in life. And if you're nearby,
I will sing it to you.

I feel like the morning after something. I would love to just stay in bed today. I had times in my life where I really could have done that and it wouldn't have mattered. Gone are those days. Oh, and I know I'm not supposed to wish away these current days, but I AM wishing away these nights.
Please start SLEEPING longer at night, Baby J. I have to wake him up to feed him during the day. He could sleep all day long, I think. But come night time, he suddenly thinks he needs to eat every three seconds
and he'd like to be held all night then too.

Last night in the middle of the night I was thinking
that it would be lovely to go away somewhere
all by myself.
Even if it was just to the hotel a mile away from
my house! I'd like to go and no one know where I am
and just be alone.
And I'd probably just sleep.
I know, I'm supposed to be done complaining about all this.
Sorry. This is just what is going on in my life right now.
I am knee deep in lack of sleep
and a baby who turns into a maniac at night.
But he's such a nice guy during the day.

We have been threatened with some big wintry weather action. Usually if they are threatening it like this, we don't get it. Some summer breeze will blow through and we'll have an unseasonably warm day rather than sleet and snow or whatever the threat is. But we are way over due for one of those ice storms where everyone loses power and life comes to a screeching halt here in Tiny Town. Everyone keeps saying this. "We're overdue for an ice storm." And I guess it is true. I don't think we've had one of those since I've had children. So ten years. But that doesn't mean we have to have one. Maybe Al Gore is right and we're done with those.

I went to the grocery store yesterday afternoon
(like a good southerner does at the threat of bad weather).
I bought a buggy full of stuff, but I don't know if
I bought anything worthwhile or not.
Do you ever go to the grocery store and just feel like
you are randomly putting things in your buggy?
Nothing sounds good. You don't want to eat or cook anything....and yet you need to get food. Usually I have a list that has come from me looking at the ingredients needed for the food I plan to cook in the days ahead. That's logical, right? But I didn't have such a list with me yesterday. Perhaps that is why I felt like I was wandering around the grocery store. I did have written down the ingredients I needed to make that Striped Delight dessert.
So if nothing else, we'll have a nice new dessert.

Yesterday was a busy day,
seemed like a very long day,
but it was a good day.
Sweet T's little friend came over. The kids played so well
together and I really enjoyed visiting with the mom.
We ate lunch and did cupcakes with candles on them.
Several people called to sing Happy Birthday to Sweet T.
He'd get off the phone and say,
"They keep singing that song to me!"

Then when that set of company was leaving,
another set was coming in. An old friend of mine said
she might drop by, and she did. The two families
literally passed each other on my front steps.
This friend has two children too. She brought me
the coolest gift for Baby J
(this personalized backpack-type
of diaper bag---LOVE it. I've got to
take some pictures of the cool gifts
he's been given to show you.
I think that every night
as I use one of them, a precious cowboy quilt).

She didn't stay long, but before she left, my mom got here. She (my mom) was coming to watch the kids while I went to the grocery store. So I fed Baby J so that he'd have a full tank while I was gone. And then I went to the grocery store, wandered around as mentioned before, and came home in time to feed him again.
By then it was time to get supper on the table.

Did I tell you what meal Sweet T requested
for his birthday meal? Pinto beans. That's what he
said he wanted, so that's what I made.
Pinto beans, corn bread, fried potatoes.
Lloyd Dobbler got home in time for supper.
He was in a foul mood.
By that time, I was just tired.
I just wanted to get the evening over with,
get the kids in bed, get myself in bed.
It just seemed like a long day.
Constant activity.
The only times I sat down all day, it seems,
were the times I fed the baby.

But it was a good day. Sweet T enjoyed his birthday so much. He just enjoys everything. He's that type of personality that is always ready for a good time.

One of his favorite people, Mr. Popsicle
(whose pool we go to so much in the summer)
called him yesterday too with birthday wishes.
Mr. Popsicle asked me if he could come and get
the three big kids one day next week and take them
to McDonald's for lunch and to burn off energy
on the play-thing there. Now that is the kind of treat
for the kids that is, in all actuality, a treat for me.
They get to go something fun and I don't have to be
the one doing it. I get to stay here and do whatever
needs to be done here and they can go have the big time
without me. Lovely.
But then Mr. and Mrs. Popsicle always
think of the best things. They are great.


Oh, I forgot to tell you---
coming in from the grocery store yesterday,
I stopped to get our mail and
guess what was in the mailbox?
A little package from Amazon.com.
It was the one I was so annoyed about.
It came just in time. I'm so glad it did.
It was the little wooden train engine character
that I had searched for and been so happy
to find: Hiro, the old raggedy engine from the
Thomas the Tank movie Hero of the Rails.
And you should have seen Sweet T's face
when he saw that engine! He was thrilled.
First thing this morning he went and got it brought
it to me and showed me that it was still here.
So it came just in the nick of time.
Those Amazons like to live on the edge.