I’m feeling so…I don’t know. Un Me right now. It’s not all bad though. It’s partly about trying new things. But other parts are just kind of funky. As in, in-a-funk-y. Not like groovalicious. Maybe it’s the changing seasons or something. We have had some very uncharacteristically cool days here. Fall doesn’t usually start to creep in until mid October in these parts. Perhaps I’m in early mourning over the end of summer. (It will be hot again in a few days and then I can bitch about that instead.)
But anyway. Yeah. Who is this girl? Why don’t her pants fit? How come she is feeling sort of insecure and snappish? And who knew she would like to sew so much?
My kids aren’t sleeping well these days. Fortunately, they seem to pick alternate nights. Fortunately, because if they were both in my bed at the same time I am quite sure we would have to make a trip to the ER. It’s like my husband passed along some weird ninja DNA strand that causes people to kick box in their sleep. I don’t enjoy a roundhouse to the face at 3:00 a.m., even if it is only a cute little chubby baby foot.
But I will admit that there is something really gratifying about having them crawl into our bed and fall instantly asleep. Just knowing that you provide them with that level of comfort and security. And they are pretty sweet when they get all snuggly with us.
For about 15 minutes anyway. And then, inevitably, I get punched in the face.
Mr. G is amazingly adept at sleeping through all of the hubbub. In fact, Mr. G is amazingly adept at sleeping through his alarm clock. Friday morning Mr. G was lucky not to be picking pieces of his alarm clock out of his nether regions. But that is another story altogether.
We had a scary night at our house yesterday. There was a very big fire near us. Apparently 9 houses were burned to the ground, and 10 more were damaged. A woman died in her home. The neighborhood – the whole city really – is kind of reeling today. Very sad.
We were never in danger, but it was close enough that all the emergency crews were going right past our house and driving home we could see flames. Sweet Pea was pretty freaked out. I am actually shocked that it was the baby, and not her, that ended up in our bed last night. I guess real fear doesn’t cause bad dreams. Just imaginary monsters.
But it was scary, and my heart goes out to the people who lost their homes. And to the family of the woman who was killed.