Okay, so Maren tells Krista that my new nickname should be Marlavous, because “there’s just something about her that’s not quite marvelous.” Whatever, Maren. (Okay, so I started it, and I deserve whatever names she wants to call me. And I happen to think that Marlavous is cute. So, there. And Maren lives in Kentucky.)
I’m whipped. In fact, I think I might probably fall over dead here in a bit. I didn’t realize how tired I was until I started doing things that just don’t make any sense. Pouring things on things they don’t belong on–stuff like that. Pulled into the garage tonight. Got Nina out of her car seat. Something just seemed off. Shrug. Turns out, something was on. The van. I was about ready to walk in the house with the van still running.
Earlier today, I nearly ran off the road on the way to Bible study. Was doing 55 in a 35 on the way home–had no idea. Took the girls to a park after school. On the way home, I closed my eyes for a mini-snooze at all the red lights. I’m in a fog and have big plans to get to bed early tonight.
Got up early to run this morning. Did anyone happen to see the MOON? It was huge and full and brilliant, and I lifted up my hands and praised God for His creation. (Actually, I only half-raised them. I was so tired I couldn’t get them to go up.) I ran about a mile. My Bible study friend Dana ran a marathon this weekend. I sometimes think I’d like to do one of those one of these days. Mostly I just think, no thanks. Why run 26.2 miles when I could just run 1?
Thanks for the great “oops!” stories. I could still use a few more if you have them, but I’m going to make the cut-off tomorrow (Friday) at 3:00 p.m.
Went to a parent-teacher conference for Livi this afternoon at 2:25. Waited for 30 minutes for them to come in from recess. Going back on Thursday, November 15th–the actual scheduled date for the conference. Don’t ask. I left in tears. Told you I was tired.
Livi got off the bus yesterday crying. “I don’t want to ride the bus tomorrow. There’s going to be a real fire!” Um, how about a real fire drill? I finally convinced her that you can’t plan fires ahead of time.
Ava got off the bus today, told me she had a secret, “I had to flip a card,” starts crying. It’s a discipline thing. She says it wasn’t her fault. A boy hit her. The teacher turned around, made them both flip a card. We had a talk about how much we love her, we’re not mad, just do your best, teachers can’t see everything. Livi smugly informed us that she has never had to flip a card. “Well, once, but the teacher meant to say Sophie, not me, so I didn’t have to do it.”
I have a feeling this may not be the last card Ava flips in her school career. Just a hunch. As long as she doesn’t make 2-liter bombs and put them outside the girls’ dorm after curfew like someone in our family…
Have yourselves a merry little Friday!