Sometimes I Write

Well, sometimes. Lack of sleep makes most people cranky. Those of us who can live on a little less sleep than the norm for days on end consider the “extra” hours in a day a blessing. Except when we’re also moms. Homeschooling moms. With a ministry to run. And laundry and dishes to do. And a little boy who likes to jump in our bed for cuddle time before the sun wakes up. And a whining little girl with a sore throat who keeps sleep walking (and talking) into the room while I’m trying to write. Poor thing. She has no idea what she’s saying. The big kid? He’s a sleeper. I think his body is preparing for graduation from tweendom to teendom. Yes, I’m the only insomniac in this house.

Tonight I accomplished a huge feat; I wrote our new support letter for SEVENS. The truth is that I co-wrote it, and Benny did most of the work. Still, I was writing and that counts. I also updated the SEVENS website the best I could while Mr. Sleepyhead was sawing logs in the next room. I am NOT an all-knowing, web tech geek, and we sorely need one on our team. Are you interested? It’s sort of like mothering. You answer to people who need your attention immediately, analyze the problem, come up with the best solution for everyone involved, then have a snack, all while working to make your place look good so you can have people over. There might be a few more steps involved, but who’s counting, right?

The problem with insomnia and writing late at night is that my fingers get cold. I need a hot drink to warm them, but then I worry incessantly that I might knock the darn thing over onto my precious…I mean laptop. Where’s my pink travel mug? The one with the skull on it? That should do the trick.

While I’m up writing tonight, I’m thinking about all of my friends who are participating in National Novel Writing Month or  NaNoWriMo. 50,000+ words in 30 days. Too bad I can’t type as fast as I talk. 😉 I wonder how they do it? Are they insomniacs too? Do they manage their time better than I do? Do they ignore their families like I do when I’m writing or reading a really great novel?  That’s the case I plead for being a night owl; I can get a lot done when nobody is awake to need me. What good am I doing while I sleep? My grandmother used to say you can sleep when you’re dead. Maybe that’s where the phrase “dead tired” comes from; all of those people who took my grandmother’s advice. Crazy people. Enough rambling. It’s after 2 a.m. and my inner monologue is starting to sound like Dory from Finding Nemo. This insomniac is going to bed. Good night friends!