I was rather hoping the children Woudn't be up this early.
I know its 7am, but its still dark out, and, well, I don't know, I just hoped. We're going to try to start work an hour earlier this morning. We're going to try to get all our studying out of the way before 1pm when I start to fall asleep. On the little scrap of paper I have fluttering next to me, it all adds up and makes sense.
Of course, so many things could easily send this plan off track. Like, the fact that the color of this blog and the picture is irritating me no end and I'd like to fuss until I get it right. And, I'm behind on email--seriously behind. And, I don't really want to get out of bed at all because its chilly and dark. And my oldest child is sneezing wildly and has her chin out in an argumentative manner, which means she's coming down with a cold. Which means everyone will be sneezing by the end of the day.
I had really intended today to write about the difference between being pregnant with baby number 1 and baby number 5. In the small recesses of my mind, I thought the subject might be interesting, but I'm reconsidering. Probably the biggest difference is that with baby number five there's no time to notice, there's other more important things to think about than what Exactly you're feeling at any particular moment. And, though I'm not feeling it this precise moment because I'm not awake, the best thing about subsequent babies is that you, or rather me, that is I, I look forward to them more. To put it a better way, I'm really excited about this next baby. Ridiculously so. Which is probably the biggest distraction of all. So if we haven't finished all our work by 1pm, That will probably be why.