I had this notebook where I was jotting down all my ideas for blog posts. You see I intended (and still do) to post every day 'cept Sunday.
But I lost the notebook. And I still haven't cleaned up my office. I mean "Studio." So I think the notebook might be in there. I remember I had some really great ideas. I had even mapped out a pattern of the type of posts.
"Thoughtful Thursday" "Shortcut Saturday", I forget the rest.
So now I'm ramping up for a trip to Romania this summer. To plant a MOPS group. And to facilitate a women's retreat with a focus on connections. I think thinking about this is taking up all my available brain space.
And what's with waking up at 3:30 am and not being able to go back to sleep? It's 6:00 am now, and I've already been out of bed for an hour and I'm on my second cup of coffee. I know...lots and lots of people get up at this hour. But typically...not me. I usually wake up around 7:00 or 7:30. After a blissful 7-8 hours of sleep. Well, blissful might be too strong a word, since I often have very weird dreams. Very. Weird.
Then, just when I thought it was safe to get back into the water...it's Spring Break. Could have sworn we just had mid-winter break, and Christmas Break. It's no wonder Johnny can't read. He's never in school. In our school district, Wednesday is early release. Thursday is late start. Then there's a bunch of days off in between. Only once this entire school year have the kids gone to school for three straight weeks without an extra day off. Really! Oh boy, will it be a whole new world when they graduate, and will have to work FIVE DAYS IN A ROW, EVERY SINGLE WEEK, EXCEPT FOR THEIR ONE WEEK OF VACATION A YEAR. (and 6-7 holidays)
And "Spring" break again might be too strong a word. Cause It's Raining and Cold in the Pacific Northwest. Oh yes it is. And I'm whiny and crabby. And the kids are going to be home all day for FIVE DAYS IN A ROW.
hmm...time for an attitude intervention. It's going to be a great week !! It's going to be a great week !! Kids will be sleeping in. The word "focus" will probably not cross my lips. (As in "focus on your breakfast" or "focus on getting dressed") No mad dash to the bus stop. No HOMEWORK. (Cause first graders don't do homework by themselves.) No pieces of paper coming home in backpacks. That in and of itself makes it worthwhile. No rushing home to get there before the school bus in the afternoon. No green "head injury" bracelets this week. That'll be nice. Extra snuggle time in the morning. Good, since she's barely fitting on my lap anymore (picture the little tear running down my cheek, sniffle) and I have to get in as much snuggles as I can before they start to cause serious injury to my person.
OK, I can do this. It's going to be a great week. When are they going to get up? It's 6:30 already !!