August 2nd, 2006



I don't know WHY I'm still awake, but I'm at least going to go lay down now. We'll see in a couple of hours if it was successful.
Eat my young

Need sleep

About 2:30 am, I felt ready to try to go to sleep. I worked a few Sudoku puzzles and finally felt sleepy. I turned out the light and started to drift off. About 20 minutes later, I hear screams. Matthew was having a nightmare about bugs, so when he woke up he kept thinking there were bugs everywhere. I tried comforting him and reasoning with him, then putting him back in bed. No luck. Started screaming again. I tried putting him in bed with Michael. No luck. I tried putting him out on the couch, which he usually begs for. I thought that worked because he was quiet long enough for me to drift off again. Nope. More screams. I finally brought him into bed with me and then spent the rest of the evening until about 6 this morning with him waking up yelling every time he fell asleep.

I REALLY need a nap. I wonder if I can fit one in today and if the kids will refrain from destroying the house if there isn't a supervising adult. :)

Goodnight, sweetheart

We didn't go to class tonight because Tuesday night kicked my ass in ways I didn't know it could be kicked. My ribs hurt, and I can't imagine what would have caused that. My shoulders and arm muscles hurt, no doubt from catching myself with all of the falls and trying to push myself up. That also caused some stomach muscles to get worked. At least I know I got a good workout.

I also had a smile tonight because my hubby got home a little while ago. What did he do while sitting over on his laptop? Play World of Warcraft? Look on some of his bulletin boards? Research new technology? No. He read my journal. :) It made me smile because sometimes we get so wrapped up in our lives, the kids, work and just getting through the day that we don't really get to communicate about the little things. However, I try to dump some of those little thoughts in my journal, and it warms my heart to think of Scott keeping up with them. It shows me he wants to keep up with what I've been doing and how I feel.

I love you, hon.

As stated earlier, I feel like I've been hit head on by a Mack truck, so I'm going to bed. Tonight, the Matthew-nater had better sleep through the night with no screaming nightmares. I should have slipped him Benadryl before bed *laugh*

BTW - our floor looks like a staged dog scene. All three of the dogs are laying exactly the same way, but about five feet apart. All in a row, facing the same direction. I love getting to know all of these dogs that stay with us, as have Pepper and Barqs. However, you miss each one when they go. I can't imagine being a foster parent, and the strength it must take to give love to a child and then send them on their way.