For instance. This morning I slept in because, once again, I was unable to sleep and was up late working on 'stuff' and trying to get priorities figured out. Priorities like, what book should I read now (the Hobbit). Because of last night's wakefulenss I had the day planned. During the second task of the day (folding clothes), my oldest son sleepily walked into the living room and asked, "Mom, could you watch Elliot for awhile, he was up all night and we need to get some sleep", his hair was plastered to the side of his head and his eyes were half-opened. "O...kay", I hesitantly said (and now I'll take a break: what you must understand is that once I have determined a course of action, like say, cleaning the house, it is very difficult to change said course)..But I did and so followed Chuck into the
How is it that we love our grandbabies so much?