The rain just started falling, softly, with thunder rumbling far-off in the background. It's 3 am, but I've had a night's worth of sleep, having gone to bed just after we put the kids down. A headache woke me, but Alleve's beaten it back (or else "faster EFT," a bizarre little method which I'm experimenting with but not so confidently that I don't still take the Alleve)... so I have space to hear the rainrops and feel thankfulness, to feel the silence of the house without the guilt of being awake so late/early.
The chalk sticks the kids left outside on the sidewalk may be ruined. I guess there's a lesson in that, so I won't scuttle out there in the downpour trying to find them. (I warned them to pick them up today but I think we all got distracted.)
Parched, from six days without my best friend and love, six days of company staying and adventures happening and kids needing and there not being a scrap of time to myself that didn't have a necessary task attached. It was wonderful to see friends, celebrate a family wedding, help with the cake, go swimming, play tourist, and cook for a houseful, but goodness am I bone-tired. I wish I could tumble back into bed for another four hours of sleep, but at the moment that's not likely.
My Kindle's MIA after this week's craziness. I have no idea where I put it. Last saw it in the passenger's seat of the car, which worries me. Did someone snatch it? (Random thoughts at three a.m. ... this will not be a deep post.)
Our little garden's a maze of beautiful flowers, gorgeous but fruitless okra, corn with unharvested ears slowly drying, and bermuda grass rampantly overtaking it all. I want a cool kidless morning to spend restoring it, but August in Arkansas does not lend itself to cool mornings. September will do, and I'll have to fight back a jungle by then, but that's the nature of the beast.
My children and I have had a glorious summer of swimming lessons, pools, theme parks, bikes, crafts, travel, family, and fun. I feel both triumphant and wrung out like a dishrag. Bring on the predictability of school season, please.
Ah, the rain's stopped. Had a feeling the thunder wasn't close enough to bring much to us.