The Sleeping Pill

If the purpose of a sleeping pill is to help me fall asleep, then why, two hours after taking the pill, am I fighting these effects in order to get more accomplished?  Duh!  Just go to sleep, Emily!

The Angel and The Devil

 I was going through some files on my computer tonight and found a few things that I wrote last year around this time.  I thought I would post a couple of them.  Here is one of them:

         I love to go to church.  To spend three hours on Sunday dedicated to strengthening my spirituality.  However, it can be difficult for me to be motivated to get dressed when I don’t feel very well.  If my husband enjoyed going to church, and would push me to get ready, it would probably be easier.  Then I have my two boys.  My seven year old is saying, “Mama, let’s go to church.  I want to go to church.”  And then I have my five year old saying, “I don’t want to go to church, mama!  I want to stay home and play!”  It’s like I have an angel on one shoulder telling me to do the right thing and the devil on the other trying to get me to stay home.  

Writing

  Sometimes lately, I get the urge to write.  I’m not sure why this is.  I mean how can you live for almost thirty years and then one day wake up and think, “Hmm, I want to write?”  It seems somewhat an unusual idea, but here I am at eight o’clock on a Saturday night, in front of my computer while my husband has taken my oldest son to the movies.  It’s like the little voice in the deep recesses of my mind has emerged from hibernation and taken over and exiled the timid, logical, non-writing, normal self to the nearest cave with a blanket and a cupboard full of food.  I haven’t quite decided if this new development is something I’m willing to embrace or if I need to gather up a search and rescue team to look for the old me. 

Tired

  I am tired.  Tired of noise.  Tired of toys and socks in the middle of the living room floor.  Tired of sore feet.  Tired of rotten food in the back of the refrigerator. Tired of aching joints.  Tired of saying, “Boys be quiet, it’s bedtime!”  Tired of judgmental people.  Tired of not knowing…lots of things.  Tired of pills.  Tired of sweating.  Tired of buying toilet paper.  I am just plain old tired.  I’m sure I could write a whole book about what I’m tired of and then at the end would be:  I’m tired of…writing.

how we are all intertwined

I think a lot about how the world works and how things seem to work out.  Today, I didn't attend church because I have been feeling miserable.  I had been laying down most of the day.  Norma came up at lunchtime and said Uncle Norman wanted pizza.  We called and ordered it, but their delivery driver wasn't in, so I said I would pick it up for him.  I figured since I would be out I would stop at Jubilee and pick up some medicine.  At Jubilee, I saw Jennifer parked and stopped to say Hi.  She was there looking for jumper cables to help a guy next to her.  I had some and gladly loaned them to them and went in to get the medicine.  They got the guys truck going and away we all went.  

I know it's just a little thing, but it sure is interesting how that played out so we were all in the right spot at the right time.