I’m just going to come right out and admit it.  I’ve been a total bum these last few days.  Not that I haven’t occasionally tried to be productive, but the trying was even rare and mostly unfruitful.

It started with Saturday night.  I’ve been limiting my caffeine intake, none at home, only allowing Coke when I’m out.  Well, on Saturday Clara and I shared two super-sized Cokes.  My system that used to be able to handle all that stimulant with no problem, was then overwhelmed.  I was up until the wee hours of the morning.  One thing about being up until the wee hours of the morning is that my husband who is half a world away will at some point be on Facebook.  So as long as I’m checking to see who’s online, I can start a chat with him, and he may even call if he has a few free minutes.  So while I need to not be up all night, it does have its perks.

Sunday was tough, after lunch I crashed and burned from a lack of sleep the night before.

Monday, well, I tried to apply for my PFD.  And while I do intend to be a permanent resident, after my husband’s retirement from the Army of course, I don’t think we’ll be getting it this year.  I’m still going to try, but there is some information I need to find before I can do so.  Like, where can I go to find my old driver’s license number?  It’s not something I tend to worry about once I get a new license, but I need it for the application.  I have some places I will be calling this week to see if they might have it.  Then last night, for whatever reasons I couldn’t sleep again.  I was thinking about the massacre in Afghanistan.  Thinking about stuff going on in my husband’s unit.  So again I stalked my husband on Facebook.  And like the wonderful man he is, he called as soon as he knew I was awake. Which was way cool, but didn’t make getting up and getting myself to my Bible study get together this morning.

Glad I went to the get together.  Xavier learned how to ice skate.  Though I use the term learned loosely.  That kid is a natural.  He was gliding along on the ice to start with.  I had been warning him on the way there that ice skating wasn’t easy, that it might take some practice.  I guess, I forgot who I was talking to.  On the other hand, he knew he could do it all along.  He did not inherit his physical abilities from me, the mega-klutz with weak ankles. He’s always been a natural athlete.  I’ll never forget, my uncle playing baseball with Xavier when Xavier was 2.  I told Larry it was a bad idea, but Larry didn’t figure Xavier could actually hit the ball with the bat.  First pitch, the ball was hit in a line drive straight to the stove.  Skate boarding, bike riding and rock climbing he has all picked up with unnatural ease.  It’s not normal to have a child that  doesn’t need any help from a parent to steady the bike once the training wheels are off.  I never got to do the whole pretending to hold the seat, then letting him know he was actually doing it by himself.  Nope, my kid decided he didn’t need training wheels, borrowed a friends bike and just rode it.  No problem.  So today, when he was gliding on the ice like a pro, I guess I should have seen it coming.  The only problem is that now he’ll be wanting to skate more often.

When I got home though, I could hardly move.  I was that tired.  I just can’t pull all-nighters like I could in college. But knowing that the forecast is for snow later on this week we did prevail.  Grocery shopping, library, and buying my big girl new underwear as she’s growing out of her old ones.  So funny story.  We got the underwear right after entering the store, and then I realized I needed to go to the bathroom. I couldn’t take the underwear in the bathroom with me.  I made Xavier hold it.  Well, he’s nine, and holding Tinkerbell panties in WalMart isn’t his cup of tea, so he hid the underwear in his jacket pockets.  Child looked like a shop-lifter, I’m surprised we didn’t get searched on the way out.  (Note: The underwear did get paid for, just in case you were wondering.)  He quickly got over his embarrassment when we went to the toy section and he got to spend all the money he’s earned shoveling the driveway and vacuuming the house.  He decided on Star Wars Legos.  I’ve learned, in our family, you can never have too many Legos.  Especially since we all love them.

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