Thursday, December 12, 2013

Over-tired Blogging Isn't a Great Idea

There are still two baskets full of unfolded laundry piled on top of one another sitting next to our dining table.  The Elf on the Shelf was perches on top of them this morning, holding two stacks of neatly sorted undies so a certain six year old would quit his high pitched squealing about not having any undies in the morning.

I'm kind of holding out hope that my mother will fold that laundry while I'm at work tomorrow night because she's the type who can't leave that sort of thing alone.  If it were left up to me, we'd be digging wrinkled clothes out of those basket every day until Evan came hold to fold them.


Because he's the folder.  He folds.

I've already had to shovel the sidewalks on our corner lot - TWICE, so I think I've done pretty well in pulling his share of the weight too.

Nah, that's not true. 

The truth is that I've stayed up until at least midnight every night since he's been gone.  I've tried to blog, but haven't felt my usual creative spark.  So many posts have been started, edited, and then deleted.  My ideas just sound so disjointed and bland, kind of like how I feel when he's gone.  I'm sure being over-tired has something to do with it as well. 

My apologies to those of you who clicked over hoping for a hilarious post.  I just don't have it in me this time.  My eyelids weigh about 200 pounds right now and I just can't hold them open a second longer. 

By the way, apparently Isaiah told our babysitter about a dream he had the other night where he came into the hallway and the Elf on the Shelf was running around naked.  He said that in the dream he ran in to get me and that we were both screaming because we were scared of the elf.  He insisted that this really happened and that he and Micah's minds melded to form some sort of dream partnership because Micah was in his dream and vice versa.


People have been warning me for a couple years now and it turns out they're right.  The elf really is a little creepy.  :)

Moment of humor achieved.  Good night now. 

1 comment:

  1. Hang in there - your folder will be home soon! I am sitting here with heavy lids, waiting for my 14 year old to get home from the mall...it's 7:30, and I would give anything to climb into bed and sleep for 11 hours! Sorry, but it doesn't let up....and my big boy is 23 and in grad school, and I still miss sleep worrying about him some nights....

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