Tuesday
Sep092008
I'm going to be so tired.

I totally can't sleep, and this has been a problem for the past few nights. I lie awake thinking about Phoebe's school, house repairs, high fructose corn syrup (evil!), and what color my hair would be if I stopped dyeing it.
You know, normal stuff.
Phoebe's school freaks me out a lot, because I'm not putting her in public school here, and I have yet to get off of my ass and decide what we're going to do about homeschooling. That, in turn, brings up issues with us living here, and how there are absolutely no resources for the type of lifestyle we want to lead. Which, makes me think about all the things I want to do, that we just a) don't have the time for, b) don't have the space for, or c) don't have the money for, and how we should move.
By the time I've run through the list in my head, and re-thought everything six or eight thousand times, the sky is getting lighter, and the birds start chirping, and then it's over. Big fat suck, no sleep for me. Maybe I should just order a homeschooling book, and call it a night.
You know, normal stuff.
Phoebe's school freaks me out a lot, because I'm not putting her in public school here, and I have yet to get off of my ass and decide what we're going to do about homeschooling. That, in turn, brings up issues with us living here, and how there are absolutely no resources for the type of lifestyle we want to lead. Which, makes me think about all the things I want to do, that we just a) don't have the time for, b) don't have the space for, or c) don't have the money for, and how we should move.
By the time I've run through the list in my head, and re-thought everything six or eight thousand times, the sky is getting lighter, and the birds start chirping, and then it's over. Big fat suck, no sleep for me. Maybe I should just order a homeschooling book, and call it a night.