The boys have gone to bed early and I’m just sitting here thinking, “I’ve got to write something.” But if they’ve gone to bed early, it’s because they didn’t take a nap. And if they didn’t take a nap, that means I didn’t get a break during the day (or a nap myself). Which means that right now I want to go to bed, too!
Ed is out meeting up with a friend he’s mentoring, so I really have some time alone. This is what usually happens when I have some time alone, especially at night: 1. I get really excited thinking about the fact that I have some time alone. 2. I begin and endless mental list of all the possible things I could be doing. 3. I run around tidying up the house, getting ready for the next day, or taking a shower. 4. I think over the endless mental to-do list again and gather up some things I’d need to do at least 3 or 4 of them simultaneously. 5. I pile the stuff on my desk or bed. 6. I work on one of them for a short time until I realize it’s not early anymore and I’d better go to bed. 7. I crash.
Sometimes I crash after number 2, when the to-do list fills me with utter hopelessness knowing that it will never be completed in the short time I have. When I reach that point, it seems like getting a good night’s rest is really far more productive.
So tonight, I have done something! I have deconstructed the thoughts that go with the time alone I have. Surely writing something in the blog was on that eternal to-do list somewhere.
Mosquitoes have now entered the study/guest room where i’m writing, so I’m going to wrap it up. I’m not willing to risk contracting dengue fever from mosquito bites for the sake of this blog…. I shall move to my room, fire up the lap top and see if I can come up with anything better than this.