two a.m.

It's 2am and here I lay in bed listening to the howling of the wind, the violent rain pelting against the windows with only a hint of a headache remaining.

I'm not sure why I'm up (do we ever really know?), but I'm grateful I'm feeling whole again. A few hours ago, right around 6pm, I started getting a headache that progressed worse by the minute. By 7pm I was in bed, lights off, trying not to throw up. My efforts were in vain -- it's unfortunate I had pizza for dinner.

Tess had been sick with the very same symptoms Sunday, I feel so bad thinking about it now, she was in a lot of pain if it was anything like mine. I'm wondering though, if I wasn't sick at all, but just experiencing my first migraine. I can specifically remember being around Bella's age and watching my mom hide in her room, pillow over her head with the lights off. Tell me that is not my future -- don't migraines tend to come in bundles?

I can't be sure what the girls did from 7pm on, they were so good to leave me alone in my misery. I wonder if that's what my mom thought too? As I laid there suffering I was sure sleep would never come, but I must have nodded off because as I actively waited for Adam to come home, I never did actually hear him walk through the door.




You know I was just thinking the other day how grateful I am for my health, but it's never meant more to me than it does this morning, and I celebrated too. I ran around my house this morning cleaning like a maniac -- just because I could.

Have a fabulous safe weekend! I know I will. Daniel Craig is on my to do list. Anyone else plan to see Skyfall opening weekend? 

detour-ish kind of day

Some times it can be a benefit to leave your house at 6:30 in the morning. I guess you never know what might cross your path. This morning it was this view...



sort of took our breathe away when we pulled out of the neighborhood to see the city lights sparkling below a brilliant setting full moon. We were all speechless for a moment, it took only two seconds to decided, and then I turned the car around. No one was surprised at all to see us heading back toward the house--I think they've been with me long enough to know exactly why. The view was too stunning to pass up and luckily I had given enough time for this sort of detour.

It seems like it's been one of those types of days, a detour sort of day. The weekend was long, four days long, and while I should be catching up on all the house work that fell to the side while we took time off, my body is slower than usual today to get back into it. You see, I didn't sleep well last night and really haven't been since I mentioned it last week. I thought it was nothing, but now I'm curious as to whether or not my body is deficient in some key element and unable to completely let go. The lack of sleep has worn on me enough to where my long weekend was about catching up on what I had missed.

My head hurts, really it's my eyes, but I still managed to make it up to the school to volunteer in Megan's classroom. There were sufficient parents to cover the class and so I was going to leave as quickly as I came until Megan spotted me and begged me to stay. I milled around in my sweats and ponytail helping where I was needed, grateful I wasn't self conscious at all amongst the other "put together" moms. Even if I do know them I'm not afraid to be seen like I just rolled out of bed. Somehow I am confident in that, but perhaps I shouldn't be...

I came home, made dinner, folded some laundry and found myself on the couch finishing up the last 20 pages of Never Let Me Go. I know that doesn't sound too detour-ish, but I never read during the day, not usually anyway. I save that for the evening when everyone is in bed, which just goes to show you why I haven't been reading very many books. Seems I'm asleep as soon as I touch my pillow--the problem is staying asleep. At any rate, I was reading and crying and I can't even be sure why because I didn't love the book--I'm what you'd say, somewhere in the middle. It started out good, I loved the narrator, but then it took a different turn I hadn't really expected. Honestly I can't quite figure out how I feel about it. All I know is the story, their lives and what they were about saddened me and I long for them to have a better ending. Apparently sleep messes with my emotions.

And so here I am blogging, wondering what I'm doing writing such a random post? What I should be doing is taking a nap so I'll be lively when the kids get home from school, but honestly I'm trying to keep myself awake so I don't mess up my sleep for tonight. I heard once that the worse kind of torture would be to keep someone awake for days at a time. I am beginning to understand what they mean--I'm just not functioning in my same normal way. And I guess that's ok, every now and again you need a good detour. Except I don't know that I'd classify this as good, but it's most definitely detour-ish.

All from the comfort of my phone

It's 3:43am, but when I got started it was only 1:58am. I say that as if it's so normal to be up at 2am awake in bed. I assure you it's not & I'm not happy about this at all.

So what does one do when awake, but doesn't want to get out of bed? Get stuff done using my iPhone. So far I've....

checked email
Checked on orders
Read USA today
Checked facebook
Listed an item on eBay
Ordered from amazon
Signed up for a free Jessica sprague class
Looked through camera roll & deleted a few images


Rediscovered this moment with Megan while shopping back in May
Added more items to my ever increasing to do list
Crossed some off my list
Played a game
& now blogged

Now if only I could have exercised....

xo
Amy
iPhone

6:30am

You guessed it...this is my wake up time. Not wake up and have some time to myself wake up time...no wake up to the girls running in my room getting in my bed, fighting over who gets to lay by who, and asking for food. I don't get it. Yes, they go to bed at an early time, but even if they go to bed at 11pm, like on game nights, they still wake up bright and early. It's sort of a running joke between Adam and I because there is no more sleeping in on weekends, expect of course if we are planning on getting up early. You know bagel day was based on the fact that the girls woke up so early. Megan was just a baby and Adam was trying to give us both more time to sleep so he took Bella and Tess out of the house. Where else can you go at 7am on Saturday? I don't even think Adam sets an alarm clock anymore. We just know what time we are going to be woken up. This morning I heard them coming rolled over to look at the clock, and sure enough it was 6:.30 sharp. No Joke. This is no joke. It is a problem and I would like to get it solved. I will never understand those of you who have kids who sleep in. Never! I am waiting madly for day light saving and hope that will still and allow me 1 more hour of peace. I can only hope.

I'm up and everyone's asleep

I've pretty much been up all night. Megan keeps getting up and after the 3rd time I couldn't get back to sleep. Wish I could say I have accomplished more with my time, but alas I have not.

I have been looking through my photos in order to prepare myself for Friday, as I have already explained. I apparently have not looked at my photos developed from film for a really long time. I have forgetten what I had and how cute they are. Like the photo of tess from her bday party (taken by Jill) and these adorable photos of meg.

I am really enjoying looking back. The girls have changed a ton this past year. It's really weird for me to think a year ago Megan wasn't talking or walking. Man how time flies. She's a crazy girl with a huge personality and I wouldn't have it any other way. If she could only start to feel better.

Now off to sleep.