Dream come true

So much for early morning posts. We've been going to bed late for the last few days, and our early rising, get up and exercise and get going plan is not working out so well. Apparently going to bed is a big part of getting up early. I've almost decided that it's not worth the extra sleep to wake up head-on to a house full of children. I really need to have some adult thoughts, a shower, and worship before facing them with joy. So I hope to hop back on the wagon tomorrow. Dad always said it was better to go ahead and get up and then take a nap later. I'm beginning to think he was right (with the exception of the occasional exhaustion that comes from motherhood...sometimes I truly need some extra sleep). Only took me 30 years to realize you were right, Dad.

I had a longer post planned, but it's already 8am and I'm burning daylight. Last night I stayed up late hemming WH's suit pants, and here's the dreamy part: I have a sewing area set up now. Before I got married I had a little sewing corner in my parent's house, but we've never been able to dedicate any space for that due to small living quarters. I still sewed away, but it was more trouble to haul everything out whenever I wanted to work on a project. Last weekend, we absconded with an extra long desk from my in-law's basement, which has a great big surface for projects as well as two sets of drawers on either side. They are begging to be filled with notions. I have a million projects planned, including a big one I'll let you know about in June.

Ironically, my dream come true is keeping me from sleep, which is keeping me from my regularly scheduled program, which includes blogging. Oh well, this is not my life, just a report of my life.

I'll have to write my post on children and chores tomorrow.