What am I still doing up?
There are so many productive things I could be doing, but I’m not.
I am relishing the quiet. I am thoughtfully taking inventory of a day that got me ahead in some areas and left me behind in others. Maybe that makes me even, but it doesn’t really feel like it. I kept thinking all day that somehow tomorrow would make up for this or that and now I’m thinking that tomorrow is doomed by virtue of today piling on preemptively. It’s really not fair, and poor tomorrow has no idea what’s waiting for it in a few hours. That is of course why I’m still up. Somehow, I must do something to guard tomorrow’s innocence from today’s inconsiderate dealings. I don’t know what I will do, but I will do something for tomorrow. No amount of warning will keep it from walking in and having it’s sunshine and fresh air completely overpowered by today’s inability to finish what it started.
Sadly…none of you can help, because most of you are more responsible than myself. You’ve gone to bed today at a reasonable hour and are actually reading this tomorrow and of course it is already too late.
I drove Kris to the airport this morning. I always hate doing that but today it seemed especially rough. I think because I knew that he wasn’t excited about going and would be working hard, and would only come back to more long hours of work that seems impossible to finish. I do miss him, I always miss him, but I really miss him being excited about what he’s doing. We are both thankful that this is a temporary assignment and that he will likely be doing something else soon. That is one of the perks of being independent. He will be moving on eventually.
Our favorite smoothie place is closed down. The little Keva Juice stores are apparently going out of business and we were sad to see them go. It had become somewhat of a Sunday night tradition for our family. We drove up last night to see them packing boxes and a sign posted on the front door declaring their absence. The boys were very sad and we walked into Smoothie King across the road in hopes of a replacement. We left quickly as there was no place to sit down. We settled and I do mean settled, for Sonic where Ivan could still get a smoothie and Owen could get a healthy corn dog that he’d been begging for.
I saw a documentary (while I was seam ripping four very long mistakes) on cows today and it made me want to be a farmer. I don’t know why I didn’t marry a farmer…oh…because I never dated a farmer. Kris even told me when we were dating…”I don’t want to be a farmer.” He said it almost in a warning sort of tone when I was getting carried away talking about my dreams of cows, gardens and fruit trees. So…how do I bridge this gap in our desires you may be asking? Oh…you weren’t asking? Well…I still have hopes that he’ll come around. HA!
We’re looking forward to this weekend. We have a white water rafting trip planned with our Sunday school class. I *think* that I have babysitters for the boys for the day. I’m hoping that all of that works out without issues. It’s been a long time since I’ve rafted on the Ocoee and I am thankful that we got this on the calendar.
I should move on…it’s almost tomorrow and I have yet to do anything supportive.
I’m *never* the responsible one that goes to bed on time. In fact, had I known you were up too, we could have had wonderful, middle-of-the-night conversations that may not have helped our tomorrows, but would have made the staying up worthwhile. I sure know how it feels to have the hubby out of town and to have the days piling up, one on top of the other. I hope today brings you fewer seam-ripping sessions.
Also? Maybe we could be farmers together? My husband neither shares nor endorses my wild, farming dreams. I get what you’re saying. 100%.
I’ll bring the chickens and you bring the tomatoes, K?
Farmer Christy – You’re on…but there must be cows. I adore cows.
First of all, I would like permission to hereby call myelf Farmer Christy on all name tags and official paperwork.
Second of all, cows? It could hardly be a farm without them! I adore them as well.