Sleep, sweet sleep...

I'm tired, but totally and completely unable to sleep. So until my dose of valerian kicks in and knocks me out (hopefully), I sitting out here listening to C bring down the house with his snores. Blech. This will totally kill my attempt at getting up early tomorrow. I feel more productive and generally get more accomplished when I do the early wake-up, but at this point, the idea of the alarm going off in 4 short hours makes the prospect unlikely. I know I'll just give myself an enormous headache in the process.

So for now, I'm off to waste time on the internet until the sandman cometh...

A new, better habit...

Or at least I'm trying to establish one. I'm not an AM person, by any stretch of the imagination. I love my blankets and covers...I adore snuggling deeper under and letting the world slip by quietly. But, I feel that I'm not getting enough done to have made my day worthwhile, so I'm trying to get up with C and get him out the door. Then I've got a solid hour or so to myself in the mornings to become functional. I can have already had my tea, a light breakfast and possibly workout, not counting the load or so of laundry I could be ahead on if I try really hard. I will never be a morning person, but perhaps I can be less of a slug-a bed :)

Goodbye, dear bed...

So, our bed is dead. Kaput. Done for. The main frame rail cracked and it will be impossible to repair or replace. The rails we tried to buy on the cheap are useless, so we are officially stuck buying a new bed. Crud. I hate spending money on something like this. Especially considering the old bed was only about five years old. I mean, seriously, what happened to craftsmenship and quality? Argh. So now we are on a mission to find something reasonably priced and sturdy enough to fit the four of us...because Lord knows we can't leave out the kiddos!

Diva has her 18 month shots tomorrow...joy of joys. She's just over being sick and we're going to have to deal with immunizations. I feel bad for the mite. Otherwise all is well in our world. C and I are spending the evening staring out at computer screens searching for deals or ideas to make the bedroom situation work. Hopefully this will resolve quickly from this point. I'm tired of dealing with it!

So good, so long...

I did so well keeping up with my blog after New Years. I was quite proud of myself, needless to say. But then life crept in, slowly, and kept me from writing or reading. Sickness invaded, and we are just now recovering from it's onslaught of awfulness. Everyone is still slightly congested and snuffy, but we are all far better than we were two or three weeks ago. Thanks be to God that the sickness seems past for now and we are returning to real life again.

That said, February is almost over. Diva is officially 18 months now and showing her independence more every day. AJ is getting bigger, and I'm noticing bigger boy tendencies in his behaviors and attitudes. I am not ready for that, needless to say. The cuddles and snuggles are still there, so not all is lost. As for Diva, I'm thinking we are just starting to dig in for what may be a very long terrible twos stage.

Lent begins for us on Wednesday. I am ready for the opportunity to pour my heart into something great and good. I feel relief that this season is here, which is strange. I am almost looking for the chance to sacrifice and have a reason to resist indulging. I have yet to decide officially what I will choose as a sacrifice because I don't feel anything I've come up with so far is truly a sacrifice. So I will dwell for a while longer on that one to make a good decision.

I'm off to organize laundry and get something done before bed tonight. We have piles of laundry to get done...blah. One of my least favorite chores!

A very happy birthday...

Today is my 32cd birthday. In a way, that number both scares and humbles me. I am, of course, petrified by the idea that I have surpassed 22 years old. Remember 22? Me neither. Great year, 22. I was on top of the world...college graduate, in graduate school...the world was at my feet. Then, 23 came and everything changed. Literally, in the span of one month I was laid low. Life was no longer my oyster. I couldn't afford store brand fish sticks, let alone oysters. 23 was marked by Aidyn's birth and the effective end of my youth as a whole. In the span of three months I became a wife, mother and my college career was curbed. My reverse birthday was definitely a life changing year. Funny how it seemed tragic then. Now if for my reverse birthday year at 32 I could have another baby, life would be grand. Priorities definitely change.

I'm hoping 32 is a banner year for Krista :) Our world is looking pretty good...the kids are healthy and happy, C is inching closer every day to finishing his OTL/R and we're even contemplating going to Disney World. How much more fun is life than that? I'm also hoping to truly renew my weight loss effort. For this, C and I have decided to splurge and buy an elliptical. I have wanted one for ages, but now seemed the right time. Of course, as soon as we got it home and started putting it together, we realized a part was incorrect. So, for the moment, my banner year is on hold until my new parts get here.

Otherwise all is well in our house. I need to get in gear and get writing more. I was doing very well at the beginning of the year, but I have been slacking off lately. Silly girl. I really need to buckle down and get those thoughts of mine cataloged. So many important things to say...lol. I'm going to get ready for bed now...cuddle up with my honey and enjoy the sounds of his snores as the snow/rain/ice hits the roof. Good birthday :)