One Last

I’ve been in a slump and not motivated to write anything down. I even have pictures of finished projects ready and waiting, but I lack the desire to do much with them at the moment.

It’s been a challenging week. The Holidays and Christmas with the family and all the chaos is over, but things aren’t back to any sort of normal yet. TR isn’t in school, V is working odd days and hours and life is still unsettled. We’re struggling to keep our only car running, trying to keep warm without a furnace, and hoping nothing else breaks anytime soon. The boys are having too much togetherness and sparks fly often as a result. SW is good now, but was sick enough to merit two asthma related trips to the emergency room last week - trips greatly complicated by the above-mentioned car troubles. Bring on some boring, please, I need it.

So it’s New Year’s Eve now but I keep forgetting that. This has just never seemed like any great holiday to me; more of an excuse for a party to those so inclined. Not that I begrudge anyone that but it’s not my thing. I also don’t see the middle of winter as a time for new beginnings. I’d rather let the calendar page slip by quietly. RM is still not much of a normal hour sleeper, so odds are I’ll see midnight anyway, but it won’t be with intent or fanfare. Should I be lucky enough that she dozes off early, I’m right there with her.

That’s just about my greatest joy right now, crawling in to bed and falling asleep. I’m run ragged and tired. I watch my kids fight to stay awake as if sleep were some mortal enemy. To me sleep feels like a dear old friend. There is just nothing quite like slipping under the warm blankets, feeling the cat curl up at my feet, fluffing the pillows until they are just right, and drifting off in to dreams. Heaven.

Be well and be safe. Happy New Year.

December 31st, 2007 Posted by Tracy | This "Is" My Life, The Rest of Me | one comment