Today was one of those days I just couldn't get comfortable in my own skin, no matter what I did.
Which is one of the worst feelings in the world, I can tell you.
In case you are wondering, the riveting books that kept me awake all weekend were:
They are all good books, and I love that I was able to get them out of my system, but the problem is, we went to the DI on Friday and came home with a lot more books. Which is where I got those ones in the first place. When I finished reading The Story Girl, I was lamenting the fact that I am out of books to read, and Jeffrey said he wanted to go to the DI and get me some more books. Some times when we go it is a veritable treasure trove, and sometimes we come up blank.
This time, though? I was like a kind in a candy store. I had such a wonderful time perusing the books, and Jeffrey was so good and patient with me while I went row by row, shelf by shelf, gleaning all the good finds, Jeffrey stood by, quietly waiting, reading his book while I dizzily searched.
I found a book on Greek drama, philosophy and literature which is in incredible shape and more than 100 years old. I'm a giddy goat! I found a book written by Garrison Keillore about growing up in Lake Woebegone, Beloved by Toni Morrison, Mysteries by Agatha Christie, the greatest mystery writer in the history of ever, a book by Steinbeck, and a whole slew more that I can't remember off the top of my head,
But, like I said, it made today unbearably miserable. Crazy restless legs that somehow traveled up into my arms and torso as well. Beth cuddled with me and kept me in fairly good spirits while I worked on Insurance things all morning. By mid afternoon, Beth was down for her nap, and Keith and Faye were with me when I suddenly lost it. I needed to be alone, sprawled out, as soon as possible. I was not happy until I was.
Restless legs are the worst!
Jeffrey and I decided we would put the kids to bed at 7, and then go to bed ourselves. Keith and Faye, however, were not keen on this idea. The fact is, though, they had been staying up way too late and quite frankly are just as tired as we are.
After the kids were tucked in, Jeffrey was cutting his hair and Faye got up after being tucked in by both Jeffrey and myself. When we sent her back to bed, she of course, had to get up again, because that is what she does.
She went to the bathroom and was sent back to bed.
She needed a drink, and when she was sent back to bed, she was not happy.
She shouted, "I hate it when you make your child feel like a disappointed bum!" and then she went out, closing the door behind her. The door then re-opened, and was closed again with a slam before she went to bed for the night.
What a funny girl. I love her guts!
Here is hoping that tomorrow will be a much better and so much more productive day.