It is almost 2am. And I’m still up.
This is the only time I really have to think. To write. To work.
I can’t work with the small people leaning over my shoulder, yanking on my arm, clamoring in my ear. And honestly – when they are awake and active, I WANT to be with them. And I want to be PRESENT. Now, that doesn’t mean I always succeed with my present-ness, because, quite honestly, I often feel pressed to get at least a little something done during the day. And, of course, even the folks on the West Coast don’t want to chat with me at midnight. So – phone calls – those have to be set when the sun is still up.
But the rest of this? The emails, the articles, the blogging, the commenting, the social-media-ing? That is mainly reserved for the hours approaching (or after) the moment I officially turn into a pumpkin. Midnight. Yep – turning orange as I type.
And this whole pumpkin thing? It is likely the only thing Cinderella and I have in common. Well, except for Prince Charming. He’s mine, I tell ya! (even though he doesn’t like that I’m up so late – something about a weak immune system and a propensity for getting sick when I don’t get enough sleep – blah, blah, blah – but great that he cares, yes??)
P.S. I don’t have a carriage, but the shoe fits.