One Day Two Day Tomorrow's a New Day

Well, here I am trying to make good on my self-promise to blog everyday. (I know all my faithful followers are grateful - all one of you, who is myself only because I didn't know that's what I was doing - ha ha)

Day two and it's not easy, even with the understanding that it need not be Pulitzer worthy. I'm  surrounded by laundry to put away, and sleep desperately needed. At least my back happens to be hiding the untidy kitchen from view.

Today's realizations are that I should probably write in the morning when the day is fresh and full of positive potential. Not at the end when I can ruminate on all the mistakes I made. Although my sister and I nic-named me Eeyore in high school, I prefer to pass on a positive energy to the world at large.

And so, this will be short as I head to bed, praying that the baby who has fought sleep tonight, and already cried out twice (teething?), will sleep soundly; that I will not be haunted again by nightmares of being held prisoner by Honey Boo Boo's mother; and hope that tomorrow my mind will be sunny again.

I leave you with something I pray over my children each night:

"May the Lord bless you and keep you and make His face to shine upon you."

Sweet dreams