I have a dream...

I think it's Jared's dream too...to get a full nights sleep. No blood sugars to check, no tummy aches, no cold feet on my back to be warmed...just sleep. And the crowning moment would be waking up and looking at the alarm clock to realize I had over slept because I slept so well. Jared would tell you I sleep in every day. I don't call it sleeping in...just lingering a little longer than he does. I will give him credit for getting up and getting breakfast started. But I figure in the past I have had times I've had to rise EARLY and I know I will arrive at a point in the not so distant future where I will HAVE to get up EARLIER, so why jump the gun? I will say I do love the little warm bodies making it into the bed beside me...as long as it's after 6:30 a.m.!

While I have your attention I think I'll mention a couple other dreams...

A cook. Or at least a menu planner. I've often told Jared that if we had a lot of money hangin' around, I'd rather have a cook than a housekeeper. (I have to make sure he knows these things just in case--although I don't think he really takes mental note of any of it.)

I really don't mind cleaning. I actually enjoy some aspects of it. My kids may say otherwise, but what they don't understand is that it is the cleaning up of other people's clutter and messes that I didn't make that bothers me. Not the actual cleaning. Well, minus the Texaco--that's what I call the bathroom upstairs--I don't enjoy cleaning that. What is it with boys? Someday I'm going to invent a commode room where when you shut the door after you leave water and heavy duty cleaning agents shoot from the walls and sterilize the whole room.

While I'm at it I think I'll also invent some toothpaste that will come out in appropriate amounts and not glob all over the sinks and stuff up the opening of the tube.

I really don't mind cooking either, but thinking of what to cook is taxing. I'm sure my mother is laughing as she reads this. It doesn't matter what it is, Luke will complain about it, but within minutes he's finished and is the first to say, "thank you for a nice dinner" to which everyone else joins in out of guilt for not being appreciative. So I generally look over his complaints.

Another dream would be to have a magic nanny. Not one that was here all the time, but when I needed to go visiting teaching, or to a doctor's appointment, or to volunteer at the school--Poof! she'd appear. Jill used to be my magic nanny...I'm sure that's why she's 1500 miles away now. ;) I hope I was her magic nanny a little bit too! Having her and the Banta's and Twiggs in the cul de sac spoiled me. Then they pulled a dirty trick and all left! Now just thinking about loading the kids up in the car to go get a babysitter or drop them off at a friends makes me tired. Come back! Please!

Alright. Enough dreaming. I'm going to mow the back for a bit before I have to leave for VT appointments...see I could use the magic nanny already!

One last thing...This morning Jonah said the family prayer. He included, "please bless that we will have a safe trip in 7 months when we move." He's a planner!