notes of jubilee

Life is full of little ironies. Like the fact that I can compose perfect posts while attempting to sleep, but when the time comes to actually type them out, I go blank. Totally. Even if the time between composing and typing are only as long as it takes for me to walk down the hall to the living room to get to the computer.

Can I get an Amen?

Or the fact that child number three, affectionately known as Whirling Dervish, may be my most energetic, ornery, exhausting child, but he's also my most entertaining child.

Or the fact that I shell out big bucks every month for a prescription and it's the $2 bottle of over-the-counter meds that I turn to when the prescription doesn't quite do the job.

And finally, when I am in need of sleep the most, I have a severe case of insomnia.

And just as I think I should slide into bed and try to sleep again, the youngest child wakes up wanting mommy. So mommy cuddles, cradles, and composes. Then when WD has fallen alseep, walks down the hall to the computer to write a post only to pop a few TUMS and come up blank.