I had the WORST night, sleeping-wise. I didn’t fall asleep until sometime just after twelve–probably all that bedrest on Sunday catching up with me–but then, in about a three hour time frame, I bolted up with the same dream five times. Each time I was looking for something that was missing, something that affected my boys, and so I was searching, and checking on them, all the while not really having any clue what I was doing. And then, after a minute or so, once I was completely and totally wide awake, it would kick in that I was dreaming and there really wasn’t anything to look for, anything to worry about. But even then, it seemed so real, and I wasn’t absolutely sure. So I would drop back into bed and think about it, unable to fall back to sleep.

Ick! I woke up exhausted and with a sore back, just wanting to curl back up and sleep and sleep. Didn’t happen. And since I don’t drink coffee, I’m hoping hot chocolate will give me a little caffeine kick. Or maybe I’ll go straight for the hard stuff and crack open an RC this morning.

I really, really hope tonight is better.

Saturday morning I had a sore throat, but then it disappeared during the day. Then Saturday night it came back, along with that achy feeling you get when you’re starting to get sick. So I started in on the Zicam, and all through yesterday, feeling rather under-the-weather and lounging around, catching up on my reading, I kept it up every four hours. Today I feel better, but weak. I was hoping to get my hair cut, but I’ve just found out that my regular lady is out till the end of the month. So…I wait, staying home today with no excuse but to work on my WIP, catch up with my blogging friends, and maybe read a little more. Not such a bad existence…

I finished two books this weekend that I would recommend. Garden Spells was a Barnes & Noble selection of some sort, and the idea of it–a family with a magical garden intrigued me, so I had to check it out (literally, from the library). I enjoyed it, particularly the author’s handling of so many unique and memorable characters. The other I had purchased on Amazon after stumbling over the book, reading all the rave five-star reviews, and wondering why on earth I’d never heard of NYT Bestselling Author Eva Ibbotson. The Countess Below Stairs was an absolutely lovely read, and it comes highly recommended.

I think I might have to start easing out of my comfort zone to finish my WIP this year. Today, for the second day this week, I was roped into substituting again. So pretty much the whole day of potential writing was shot. This has the potential to happen every Tues/Thurs…unless I somehow unvolunteer myself. That would not be good (the loss of writing time, that is). But for now, I guess, I’m okay with it. These kids are so sweet and I’m just trying to help ease their transition into Mother’s Day Out. So I’m going to see how it goes. If I have to back out and have her put my name on the bottom of the list instead of the top, then I will. She’s admitted to calling me first.

Until then, I think I may have to start writing at night. I stay up later than my husband already, and I figure I could work in a couple of good hours every night (or several nights a week) before I go to bed. I’ve done this before–I just didn’t have a regimen. Now I think I need a regimen. I was all hyped up about making time for writing, but so far, it’s not working out as I expected. This week I lost two days to substituting and one day to a Girls Day Out. I’m down to Friday–one measly day. And I’m definitely not finishing this book on one measly day a week. So starting tonight, I’m going to be a night owl. We shall see.

Sidenotes: My little friend of the vagina revelation today told me that her daddy has a freckle on his ‘bootie’. I think these parents of hers need to be introduced to the concept of TOO MUCH INFORMATION.

Oh, and my kindergartener’s homework was to choose a type of tree to represent our family and then decorate it and label it with each of our names. Here’s what he came up with…