Saturday, October 24, 2009

Thelma & Louise & Some Other Chick, We're Not

I'm going to skip the usual excuses defending my lack of blogging... but keep in mind, it is my blog and I'll blog when I want to.

Actually - that's a lie.
I don't blog when I want to, but only when I seriously have the time and make the poor decision to ignore my kids for awhile - which really isn't often lately. Sadly, I mean the "time" part, not the "ignore my kids" part. But knowing it's sad is a step in the right direction, don't you think?
Anyway, my schedule lately has me looking forward to December when I can slow down!

So the opportunity to blog has presented itself. I have nothing else to do and my kids aren't even around for me to ignore. But even right now - I have another blogger breathing down my neck wanting to get to her own blog to make some pithy or insightful comment while we both are borrowing another blogger's computer.

You may have surmised that I am "away" from home right now. Away with girlfriends. It's a bit like a weekend road-trip.

Let me tell you - girlfriend weekends aren't always what you think they're going to be... If you think you know someone pretty well, just spend a day or two sharing a hotel room...

You may be feeling a little strange and uncomfortable because you personally have "stranger bed sharing" issues, (seriously, someone could touch your arm or something in the night, or worse yet, roll over and slap you in their sleep!) But you allow yourself that and really would be justified in excusing it completely because (hypothetically, of course) you may know that one of your friends has a white noise machine to enable them to fall asleep more easily, or that another friend may have a slight sensitivity to noise and light, but you don't fully understand it until you sleep in the same room. And I'm speaking quite literally when I say "you sleep" because to hear them tell it, I'm the only one that did.

Now, I will admit, there are a few times in my life that I've been aware that I may breathe a little more aggressively when I'm sleeping, one situation long ago even cured me of falling asleep in church, but I've certainly never gotten any complaints from my current bed mate. I mean, how could my husband complain about a little raspy breathing every now and again? He does a half dozen things that drive me up the nearest tree - and that's just in his sleep. Someday I may explain the "false fall" and the "breathe whistle"...

But, back to my story. If you don't don't know what a white noise machine is, it's a little device that is supposed to block out other annoyances that would keep you from sleeping - like crickets or tree frogs or fire trucks and motorcycles racing up and down your driveway. So, you turn on the little machine and it plays (ALL NIGHT LONG) the sounds of crickets or tree frogs, or worse yet, that sound your TV makes when the channel goes out or someone unplugs the baby end of the baby monitor. Ask anyone - nothing goes up my spine more that TV snow sound... Turn it off, turn it OFF, TURN IT OFF RIGHT NOW!

And let me add a little clarification to what a slight noise and light sensitivity might look like. There is to be no whistling. None. Never. And the lights must all be out. ALL of them. Cover the digital clock with a tarp and turn that cell phone over - the power indicator light is literally blinding when one is trying to sleep. Yes, the little red light that's almost three millimeters in diameter. I really do believe the ear plugs and pillow over her head was a bit overkill...
Let me tell you, friends, I did awaken a few times in the night (alone in my bed because of the whole "you might touch/slap me in your sleep" thing) but it was a strange place, and a strange bed and all so my sleep pattern was broken. And each time I awoke I was so proud of myself. Each time my mouth was closed and my tongue wasn't dry as the desert. I had been peacefully sleeping and not disturbing my roommates! Thank you, Lord, for this victory!

You'd think they'd be grateful, but nooOOOoooo. All they professed gratefulness for was the 15 minutes of sleep they got when I got up to take a shower.

In spite of it all (and I mean their unfounded teasing and complaining) we're being blessed immensely.

We're attending the Texas Home School Coalition Leadership Training Conference in Waxahachie, (don't even ask me how to pronounce it...) Texas. It really has been interesting and I must report, I'm one of the few here in a skirt, let alone a denim skirt. This, I must say, was a bit surprising to me - but we're meeting all sorts of homeschoolers that are a little more "citified" than we tend to be "back home". (I don't know what any of that really means... I'm just a transplant to the whole thing myself. I'm still feeling rather new to the homeschool scene six years in.)

I need to tell you though - it's such a blessing for me to spend time with these godly women. It's good for my soul and I feel so refreshed, and that has nothing to do with how much sleep I got last night.
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