We had an awesome time at the beach. We swam in the ocean (well, Jason did), we played in the waves, we caught rays, splashed in the awesome pools and ate (and ate and ate).
I turned 31.
I got published at BlogHer.com (HUGE DEAL).
I was our local news fan of the day.
And I’ve stopped sleeping. Grrrr….
While we were at the beach I kept waking up due to strange anxiety dreams. When we got home Jason had trouble sleeping so I kept waking up worried about him. For the past few nights Jason has slept fine where as my mind wakes me up at three AM to talk to me about what needs to be done on my manuscript before I submit it to the Golden Heart Award. Then it’ll think about the coupons I wanted to clip, but haven’t. Or it’ll turn to the fact that I forgot to put the clothes in the dryer and should I get up and do it now? If I’m lucky I’ll fall asleep about 20 minutes before the alarm clock goes off.
Last night Kennedy woke me up at 4:30 AM.
She hadn’t napped the day before so I was sure that she’d sleep contentedly through the night. I was so wrong.
Through the baby monitor which she has figured out talks to me: Mama? You wake-ed? I wake-ed.
I ignore her.
Kennedy: Mommy? Mommy? Mo-om? Mo-om? Mom? You wake-ed? Daddy wake-ed? I TV Mommy? I wake-ed.
Finally I pulled myself out of bed and headed to get her up. No, she did not watch TV. We played with trains, Woody, Jessie, cars, princess clothes etc etc etc. It’s very hard to do all of this before Jesus is up… or my coffee.
I was pretty sure we were out of luck for a nap today, when this happened.
Almost make 4:30 acceptable. Almost.
