Yesterday was TPJ's birthday. He's five now. He's heading off to kindergarten this fall. Where did the years go? Wasn't it just yesterday that he was my little Michelin man? No, wait, that was his sister. Right.
So we went up to church camp to see TPJ (where he has been all week with grandma and cousins) and to take him his birthday pressie. When he opened up his pressie (a NEW lightsaber that lights up and vibrates with the Force and makes noise) I thought I would cry from the look on his face! "WOW! Just what I wanted!!!!!" A few whoops of delight. Sigh.
Made it to bed around midnight last night. And then Starbuck woke up at 5 am today. I did not wake up WITH her---- well, ok, I did. And Carl the cat kept rubbing against Starbuck and I as I fed her. And then he kept shakig his yucky spit or snot on me--- I'm not sure which. I really should get that cat checked out for allergies... his nose is always slimy. Ick.
So now it's morning. I'm coming to terms with this fact. I'm not sure that I'm ready to accept it yet, but somehow, I think I don't have a choice. I can't stop the sun from rising. All of a sudden, Hiro is in my mind. I need him and his time traveling powers---- he could go back to last night for me and make it so Starbuck doesn't wake up so early... when does that new season start again?
I'm just existing through today so that we can get to TV tonight. We finally got the first season of Big Love from the library. The first episode was terrific. I want to watch more. MORE!
Lord help me, I'm slap happy today. I'm unhappy with my hair. But the rest of me is good.
Dearest diary, I think it's time I went to find some caffeine. I wonder if I have any Earl Grey tea hanging around? I shall return, hopefully less sleep deprived, and with more insights on life.