I have several ideas floating around in my brain, but none of them seem to want to gel enough for me to put a coherent post together on them. Sort of like diarrhea of the brain, I suppose.
Add to that that I had two loads of laundry last night and I was up until midnight mending Buddy's tie. He has to wear a tie on Tuesday and Thursday mornings at school, because they attend Mass. He had left the tie in his pants pocket and it got laundered and split a seam in the back. Seeing as how this is his last year at Catholic school and the school year is more than half over, I wasn't going to purchase a new tie. So, I mended it myself.
See, I usually type up my post the night before and have them set to automatically post at 6 AM the next morning. That's before I even wake up - but it's easier to do them at night, by myself, than during the day when I'm dealing with Sissy (and I'm sadly reminded of that fact right now).
Then also, to add to my tardiness, I had a cuddly Sissy demanding I do sleeps with her after we woke up. As I drifted in and out of sleep earlier, I had weird snippets of dreams or thoughts. So, maybe my brain diarrhea just needs some time to sort itself out.
Well, that or perhaps some Immodium AD.
Maybe I'll be back later on and have something solid. Maybe it'll be tomorrow morning at the same bat time and bat channel.
It will depend on how my day works out. One of the guys I used to work for before Buddy was born has written several books. He is currently working on a new one and when he gets his inspiration for stuff, he calls me for the typing up part of it. So, I've got that on my plate as well.
I wanted to thank everyone who left a nice comment or a Happy Birthday yesterday for Buddy. It means a lot to me. There is so much more I want to say on that subject, but I felt it was getting long enough and I don't want to bore anyone with all the details. It was a scary and wild time, and we're very lucky to have him with us. He's an amazing part of our family - case in point: He's been playing chess since he was four. We had to find someone who would teach him, because neither of us know how to play.
He even played on the school team and did several tournaments. Then, he kind of lost interest in it. But, he pulled out his chess set the other day and sat at the table, patiently teaching his barely 3 year old sister the names of the pieces. She has all that down, so next he's going to teach her how each piece moves and its' role in the game.
He has always wanted someone to play games with - I think he's finally met his match. Or should I say, his match is finally old enough to understand and play! LOL.
With all the diarrhea around here, I hope it didn't stink too bad. Sorry, kids!