There's a reason I'm so tired today

Oh my, it's been a while since I blogged.  Undoubtedly, I've had plenty of blog-worthy thoughts, but I suppose between cooking, cleaning, the occasional attempt at homeschooling, and procrastinating on the Internet in order to keep from doing really worthwhile things, I just never got around to it.  And now it would be too much of a mental exercise to think back over the past month and come up with a recap.  So I'll just begin with where I am today.  Which is tired.

I stayed up way too late Sunday night finishing Francine River's book, A Voice In the Wind, at the recommendation of my mother-in-law (she recommended the book, not the staying up late).  It took me a few chapters to get into it.  It's set in the world surrounding ancient Rome and everyone has those long, hard to remember names, but once I got into it, it was a gripping read.  Also, fairly gory.  A depiction of a coarse culture, in some ways not unlike our own today (God have mercy on us), and yet I couldn't didn't want to stop reading.  And so I persevered to the bitter, cliff-hanging end.  And woke up on Monday morning tired, put the next one in the series on hold at the library, and thought, "I'll get a good night sleep tonight to make up for it."

Was it Benjamin Franklin that said, "Don't count your hours of sleep before they hatch?"

Because when "tonight" arrived, around 1 am, we were awakened to the delightful howls of a vomiting now-six-year-old (oh, yeah, that's one of the things we've done over the last month and a half - had one of two birthdays).  Oh, joy.  And so I spent the rest of the night dozing on the lower bunk - which, BTW, I had to make at 1:30 in the sweet middle of the night since I washed the sheets, oh, I don't know, two weeks before and hadn't put them back on yet.  Every 30 minutes or so, I was jolted awake by his "noises" (I was going to say "heaving" but feel like I'm starting to run the whole vomit story into the ground) until about 4 am, at which point he seemed to settle down for a bit, and is now, after a morning of childrens' television, asleep on the sofa with one of Jack's giant Cool Whip bowls beside him.  (I wonder if he'll still want to use that one for his raisin bran, or if we'll have to trash it?  He's pretty partial to his Cool Whip bowls.  And his raisin bran.)

So now, before the dinner prep begins (and does anyone else besides me get tired of having to feed people three times a day?), I should get something productive done.  Wouldn't that be refreshing?

Here's hoping there's a good night of sleep ahead of me tonight.  Sweet dreams.