The Rat Race

Not that I'm racing rats or anything. (haha)

My "weekend" starts on Monday and I get one day to recover before jumping into the week again. I lost a little bit of sleep over the weekend due to a small overnight guest. (He gets up at the crack of dawn and sometimes well before dawn even thinks of cracking...) Let's just say there was very little rest for the weary between Friday night and Saturday morning, and I will be grateful hereafter for nights of "mostly" uninterrupted sleep. The small child was taken into our room at about 2:30 am and didn't go back to sleep until round about 4 am. I think I got and hour or an hour and a half before he realized it was 6 am and sat up again awaiting the rising of the sun.

I managed catch a few winks when I crashed on the couch Saturday morning and a few more Z's while the little ones watched Toy Story Saturday afternoon. (A very few...) I fought sleep in church this morning while Vinnie, who was, of course, up at the crack of dawn, dozed on my lap. He slept through all the announcements, the offering, a hymn or two, and the scripture reading, along with a long prayer, and woke up just in time to go out for junior church. I thought to drop him off and come back for the sermon, but he was not about to be left. I decided not to fight it and stayed with him rather than make everyone miserable should he attempt a coup. It's a good thing I love him so much. :0)

Today My Darling had a birthday (Sorry, it wasn't yesterday, yesterday was just the day we tried to pull the food together.) He's just a little older than he was last year. It's just too bad he didn't start counting backward when I did. He's gotten way to mature for my childish antics and scarcely knows what to do with me anymore. Good thing I have grandchildren!

Happy Birthday, James!