It happens these days that insomnia is the only way I find time to collect my thoughts and do some blogging. Watching the moon fall across the sky, I can sit without distraction. There is no reason for my inability to sleep. I have been Uber busy leading the life of a workhorse keeping up with very small children, then working strenuously on my son and DIL's home to get it ready for sale. Weeding, mulching, trimming trees, bundling twigs, planting annuals...all to get it ready to put on the market. When we finished this we turned to the inside of the house and helped them pack to get the house ready for house shoppers.
My DIL is a
They finally rented a storage unit and have it now two-thirds filled it with
I remember one year when I moved my daughter into college and my mother-in-law into our house in a matter of weeks. I had hoped then that this type of craziness would no longer fill my life. ( I really have to find a way to be out of town when they make the move into the newly purchased house!)
Monday, after this super weekend, I came home and realized I had to go over my house with a fine tooth comb after the departure of little ones. I got 6 loads of laundry done, (haven't yet stripped the two beds upstairs,) and dusted, vacuumed and mopped floors, cleaned out the toy cupboard to throw away stuff, cleaned out the DVDs and separated children's books from library books, completing just the main rooms on the main floor. Next, after Tuesdays volunteer morning, I have to do bathrooms, my master bedroom and the main floor closets. The basement and upstairs will have to wait a day or two more.
I am not writing all this to brag about my industrious life style. This is just he way that I am. I do get pleasure out of having things neat and organized for at least a short time. I could also write about months being a couch potato, but that will happen this winter.
At any rate one would think that restorative sleep is what my body would demand after all this physical and mindless labor. But it seems that I get about 5 hours of sleep and then find myself wide awake waiting for morning to begin so that I can get more stuff done. I am sure a therapist could have a field day with such antics, but unless they can help me sleep through the night, I have no desire to know why I am this way.