Well, I have returned to a temporary phase of sleeping thru the night and therefore, any ambition to create my next blog has temporarily stalled. In other words, I have not grown lazy with ideas…I am simply on “energy saving mode” while I restore enough energy to get me thru the next phase of sleepless nights.
In the meantime, as the temperatures begin to cool a bit and we begin to transition into fall, I begin to sense that my body is ahead of schedule waiting for the time change. Whatever my spirit animal is, it has already gone into hibernating mode for the season. Typically, I dread the time change but now that my body is making up for lost time and lack of sleep, it has been exceptionally challenging to get up on time each morning. It’s like coffee is no longer working and it’s time to pull out the jumper cables.
Once you are in slow motion tending to your pre-dawn chores at the barn and the homestead in preparation for the work day, you realize that you forgot to pick up some sort of breakfast food the evening before. Since you are wired and programmed to eat breakfast before your feet even hit the floor, you examine the refrigerator and cupboards for anything edible that will supply you enough energy to get to the office. To hasten your effort effort, you release the search dogs for anything that resembles food that has not expired.
Finally, you defy the odds that you will survive long enough to explain to your tiny humans that the dogs ate their chocolate chip cookies that they saved from dinner out the night before last. After the harsh realization that the chocolate chip cookies are actually raisin cookies, you acknowledge that this is why you have trust issues. Finally, you settle for the mac-n-cheese you spotted in the cupboard earlier. Just as you place the bowl in the microwave, you realize you need to retrieve the outer carton from the garbage can to review the directions again. While the loaded carbs are nuking, you realize that the day has already started on shaky ground and decide to leave a note for your tiny humans on the kitchen counter that reads : “Thou shall not try me” – Mom 24:7.
Upon return home after work, you decide that coffee is on the bench and adult beverage is suiting up. The high today was 54, the low was eating an entire batch of chocolate chip cookies fresh from the oven. When the tiny humans return home from school and you are spotted with the damaged goods, simply reply that a balanced diet is a cookie in each hand. The youngest precedes to tell you about an event that took place earlier in the day. After some contemplation, you respond by saying that “those that don’t matter will mind and those that matter will not mind”. As the fireplace is lit and the house is easing towards slumber weather under blankets, you can smell the Fall Holidays in the air. You begin to envision setting up the Christmas tree, while eating Thanksgiving turkey in your Halloween costume. All of the sudden, you sit straight up in bed at 1AM like the last round of sleepless nights. As if controlled by remote, you begin humming the verse “Here comes Amazon, Here comes Amazon, Right down my driveway” as you sense that it will soon be starting to cost a lot like Christmas!
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