My Hero

I am not only a pacifist but a militant pacifist. I am willing to fight for peace. Nothing will end war unless the people themselves refuse to go to war. 

This morning...

...I thought I was going to go *crazy*!

Please, baby, please:  just sleep for a few more minutes!
Please, baby, please:  stop kicking me in the gut!
Please, baby, please:  eat one more bite of eggs!

(stop crying for one minute, sit still, take your medicine, and (for G-d's sake!) go back to sleep!!!!)

And, the house is in complete chaos, the dishes need to be done, there are books & toys *everywhere*, I'm still hungry, I'm tired, I don't want to sleep, we are getting a new street & the noise & the smells are awful...  I could go on.

So....

::10 Things I am Actually Grateful for Right Now::

1.  The baby is sleeping
2.  The baby is sleeping
3.  The baby is still sleeping
4.  The cup of blackberry/sage tea I am brewing for myself (with milk & honey)
5.  Stone fruit season is here
6.  An afternoon off last Tuesday (went to see Iron Man 2.  Brilliant.)
7.  Yarn (and knitting)
8.  All the Beautiful Blogging Mommas out there (so I know I am not alone)
9.  Creativity (mine & others - even when I judge myself for not doing enough, I am glad someone is)
10.  Hot water (I'm going to take a shower now)

Love

Of course I want more sleep.
Of course I want to just space out sometimes.
Or read a book.
Or go to the movies on a whim.
Of course I would like to be able to talk to my friend Jamie for 3 minutes straight without being interrupted by one, or both, of our sons demanding our attention for their own.

Of course!

And, yet...

I have never felt a love this big.
Love, in fact, seems an almost paltry word to describe the I-would-do-anything-whenever-however-whatever-no-matter-what-even-if-it-involved-severing-my-own-limbs-for-this-little-person feeling I carry with me everywhere now.

My heart will never be the same.
(thank G-d)

...But Who Has the Time?

The thing is, though:  I have had the time.
It's just that I've spent the last few weeks lost in 'LOST'.
Again.

After I finished the first season, I vowed I would not start the second season.
But then I did.
And then I couldn't stop.
And every time Trent would take a nap, I would creep off to get my 'LOST' fix...

And, so, here I am, making a public vow:  I will not begin season three...until at least July.
I should be able to go three weeks without a single episode.
If not, then G-d help me, I'm worse off than I thought.

So long Jack, so long Kate, So long Hurley & Sawyer & Sayid.  You have been my loyal companions in oblivion & I will miss you.

In the mean time:  I will knit, I will read, I will write, I will respond to your calls & emails, I will watch my strawberries ripen.  Perhaps I will even do some yoga.

Sigh...