August 17th, 2005



I'm going to assume the lack of comments lately means you're all busy working on your pages. You are, aren't you? Working on your pages?



The in-laws called yesterday. They want to take the kids tomorrow night (Thursday) and keep them until Saturday. I boggle at their generosity. Am I a bad mom for the first thought passing through my mind was WOO! SLEEP IN! Just wondering, but not really caring, because WOOHOO!


I begin to think this week, this month, will never end. It's like a wave pulling at me, tumbling me along. I'm still paddling gamely, but my arms are starting to hurt.

Sleep swells in me, it batters at my eyelids, and pulls them down, holds them closed. Small swirls of aching pain trace electric lightning across the insides of my eyelids. I open them again, but they're a drag to raise. If I press on my eyes, through my eyelids, I can feel them giving in, going under, softly receding. The sky is clear, the air as well. I'll keep the window open tonight to bring in breezes. Sleepy nighttime breezes, whiffling the grasses. An airliner high overhead grooves a lullaby line across the sky. I leave behind a frenzied day, an angry day, a day of hectic hopping, a day of do-overs. I put my head in my hands and that jumping bean, my brain, moves under my fingers. It's trying to get out. Rubbing vigorously, I soothe it to rest.