So... this morning started out with a 2 hour snow delay. By the time I got my truck cleaned off, the driveway shoveled, the animals fed and the barn cleaned up it was time for the kids to catch the bus. Bubba stayed home with me for the day and I left him in his flannels until luchtime while I got some work done and he played nearby. The rest of the day was pretty much status quo... kids home from school, homework done, dinner made-eaten-cleaned up, slight evening chaos through baths and showers and a little TV... laundry put away and tomorrow's lunches packed... a toddler trantrum, a bedtime story, a snack... kisses all around and Tater reappearing twice before she settled into bed to stay.
Tomorrow morning once the kids are off to school and Bubba's dropped at daycare I'll go for an early run and then head into town to get the truck inspected and the oil changed. Small-town life makes it possible for me to walk to the library while my mechanic friend takes care of the truck business and he'll call me when its done. He's pretty cool because he says things like "I ain't do'in the paperwork now... stop one day next week and I'll have a bill then." Then it'll be work stuff and studying for a quiz and other various chores until its time to fetch everybody again and start the routine again.
Tonight I'm writing and knitting and thinking about how today went and the things I need to do tomorrow. As silly as it is to be up this late there's some sort of contemplative element that I can only find in these specific hours and I'm finding this to be a nightly occurance.
Its not really a negative insomnia sort of thing but more a nightly meeting with myself that can only take place once everything is quiet and really, truly done for the day. Quiet if you ignore the smoke detector in the basement that beeps occasionally because it needs a new battery. Quiet if you ignore the cat that's snoring on the sofa behind me (Toby). Quiet if you don't count the voice in my head that's already going over tomorrow's list of things to do which includes picking up some 9 volt batteries so that damn smoke detector can stop beeping late at night while I'm knitting and writing.