Four in the Bed

My days as of late have gone a little like the kid song “Roll Over.” Remember that song:

There were four in the bed and the little one said roll over, roll over. So they all rolled over and one fell out. He gave a little scream and he gave a little shout.

The “little one” represents the changes in my life since I moved from Grapevine. First change—the glorious hour of exercise a day. Then there is the social life, which has tripled with so many friends and family members so close (An enthusiastic loner by nature, I spend as much time overwhelmed by my social interactions as I do enjoying them. It is important to add, however, that these people are the reason Ryan and I move back here in the first place and are well worth it.). Last, the cubs. Their nap requirements are dwindling… as is my sanity.

So naturally, things are falling out of bed. First to hit the floor, obviously, is my writing. How I love words, manipulating them to do what I want, swinging them around to evoke emotions, pairing them in ways that make others laugh, agree, and sometimes blush. I miss writing so.

Also, it seems that I’ve lost any time for reading. Books, blogs, and yes my friends, even my scriptures have been neglected. I’ve haven’t even signed up for my new library card yet, whereas before I’d visit the library weekly, always leaving with five or more pounds of loot.

These are very important pieces of me that have been pushed to the side by other very important pieces of me.

Rather that pick and choose, I’ve decided to add an extra hour to the day. Being that the sun was not very keen on the idea of slowing her routine, however, I’ll just have to do it myself… gosh dang it. I’ll add another hour by waking up early every day, before the kids, before my hubby and before that cheeky sun.


Ryan laughed when I told him my plan because he has no recollection of me EVER getting out of bed before him. I am not what you’d call a “morning person.” I've never wanted to “get the worm.” But do I really need nine hours of sleep a day?

I can do it. Holy hummus, I can do it.