Tired

Bill sent me a text message this morning at 4:30. He is jet lagged and I was awake because Kelli and Bryan's bed is hard and I can't get comfortable. He's been going home to keep his vampire-ish hours. He brought me half and half for my coffee and doughnuts way before the kids got up. Nice. The morning is pretty and quiet.

The cats are way too noisy. The black fluffy one will not shut up. It's driving me crazy.

My hands are drying up from wiping off counters and faces one million times per day. I am officially bored out of my mind with Scooby Doo.

If you told me I could never watch Caillou again, for the rest of my life, I would not shed a tear.

I'm sorta sick of these guys' voices, too.

These little fellas go upstairs in Birdie's doll house but I go up and down the stairs so many times a day and I always have my hands full. They are still sitting on the kitchen counter.

I am NOT tired of these precious voices. I did get a little crabby about pushing swings today. Don't you remember when your parents would get tired of doing something for you and you simply could not fathom why?

Ice cream for dessert.

Popsicles for cooling off purposes. Junk food really does make everything easier . . . and happier.

Here's why I haven't been getting nervous about unfamiliar noises.

I remembered today that I did ignore my children sometimes when they played. I read and sometimes I even snoozed.

I'm getting a little loopy. Bird is, too. She got mad at Grampy tonight because he told her she was being selfish. On the way upstairs she told me, "I don't like Grampy. He's not a good person." He thought that was pretty funny. He doesn't like the hard, creaky bed either, but he'll come back in the morning. Whew.

I'm falling asleep in my soup. Thank you for checking up on me. Kelli and Bryan are having a lot of fun, so I'm happy about that.
Night night.