Friday, September 21, 2012

The Second Pot of Coffee

Is there an app for the iPhone I can buy that will somehow insert a couple more hours into my day by syncing it with my Google Calendar?  I've searched the App Store for things like "Mom Time," "Extra Hours," and "28 Hour Day," but alas....I have come up empty. 

Now that we have moved to our new home and Evan has to drive a grand total of 14 minutes to get to work, he has the luxury of sleeping significantly later each morning than he has been for the past several months.  On the other hand, I have been setting my alarm earlier and earlier with each passing week as I have found that I needed to borrow time from my beauty sleep to try to get anything accomplished around here.  It didn't help that Thomas went through a phase there where he was waking up for the day at 6:00...then 5:45.....then 5:00....then 4:30 am.  NOT.  COOL.  There was even a night or two there where he decided to be up screaming his head off for about an hour, starting at 3:00 am.  Yikes.

I was ok with getting up at 6:10 every morning when I knew my kids wouldn't be up until at least 7:05.  I had plenty of time to brew my coffee, enjoy a cup while it was still hot, spend some quiet time with God in the Word, and even put on real clothes or maybe even take a shower.  They must have caught wind of my plan because my boys have really been sabotaging that schedule since we moved and I have had to move my alarm back to 5:30 am.  I'll be the first to admit that I just cannot seem to drag my butt out of bed when that cursed time hits.

Totally not a morning person, kids.

It's frustrating because I feel like I am so behind on EVERYTHING.  My basement is a disaster of scattered moving boxes stuffed with a cacophony of randomness that gives me a migraine just to think about straightening it out, yet the chaos itself is enough to raise my blood pressure.  I still have half-unpacked boxes in my master bedroom, unhung clocks, plastic crates stuffed with things like mortgage documents and earrings (yup....earrings), and I currently have no clue where to store my vacuum.  And please, I beg of you.  If you come to visit me, do NOT open any of the closet doors.  Embarrassing. 

The blog is suffering and I struggle with feeling guilty about that.  In fact, I'm writing now in spite of feeling like I'm neglecting the twelve thousand other things I should be doing.  In fact, even my husband was quick to point out how frivolous this really is.  I mentioned at dinner that I had a ton of stuff to do tonight and he promptly scoffed, "What?  Like blogging?  It's just a blog, Sarah."  He's right....I know he's right.  It is just a blog.  I'm not so naive as to think I have a larger reader's not like this is The Mom Creative or Sunny Side Up.  But there are a few people reading.  And that is enough to make me want to give them something honest.  It might not always a Pinterest-worthy post that reveals a new incredible way to organize your underwear drawer or turn your Q-Tips into art using little more than some homemade Modge Podge and food coloring, but it will be authentic.

Which is why just past 3:00 in the afternoon.....I brewed a second pot of coffee.

My butt was already dragging and I was fighting hard to keep my eyes open as I folded the second basket of laundry.  I had to do it.  Who knows how late I will be up, but perhaps I might even be able to get a few more things accomplished before I can crash into bed for a few hours before my coffee maker automatically kicks on at 5:55 am to wake me up a bit before I hit the trail for a morning run.  Or I might hit the snooze button two or three times.  We shall see.

By the way, this might have something to do with why Thomas suddenly got all wonky on his overnight sleeping schedule.

Here are those six teeth he was cutting all at once!  Stinking little over-achiever.  :)

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