Hold that thought.

I am so freaking tired.


Ever since last week's shit storm, I haven't slept well.  Oh, and I was moving an entire house and four kids.  And spending HOURS shopping Target for lingerie.  And because we are without cable (and probably NOT getting it...eek!), I have been trying to zone out to television shows on Netflix...which is how I came upon "Downton Abbey", and holy hell, that is NOT something you want to start if your goal is to FALL ASLEEP.  But this totally fooled me, because you know how I feel about Pride and Prejudice (snooze).  Eventually, I do fall asleep, and then the sun comes up, and the kids are just bounding with excitement over their new house and their rediscovered toys, and I SWEAR, they are yelling straight into my brain at 6:48 every morning.  Here is the difference between a house with hardwood floors and carpet, and the absence of a long hallway that separates us.


Anyway.  I am so fired up about being truthful about what I believe, and I am trying DESPERATELY to write a coherent post about how it is that I became a Mom that is not the least bit bothered by making my kids eat vegetables.  But I am so damn tired, that I can't do it justice.  I need to sleep.  I need to sleep really well.  And I need to come at it again tomorrow.    


But for tonight, I will give you a gem from our moving weekend.


On Thursday morning, Mike was meeting the people from DirectTV, who were going to install our cable service (long story, this was the original plan), and he was looking for some of the cords that went with our cable "stuff".  Now, for the past eight months, Mike and I have slept with boxes mere inches from our bed--on my side was all the stuff I packed carefully, and thought I might need (like various BOXES of fabric scraps), and on his side was crap he picked off the floor of our old house and just threw randomly together with his underwear.  Knowing that I didn't have the cable cords, he started to dissect his side.


Which is where he found all of the kids winter clothes.


You know, the ones we went through BOTH PODS for, back in October.  Turns out they were always just inches away from us, while we slept.  He laughed, I cried a little.   I know this sounds incredibly ridiculous, but it's a big deal, except I can't remember why, exactly, because I am so. damn. tired. and I just can't make sarcastic sense out of anything at the moment.


Stick with me friends.  I am going to be profound tomorrow, but tonight I just need a few "How I met Your Mother" reruns and a solid eight hours of sleep.  


Peace out.