Motionless

Do you ever get so tired that you just can't bring yourself to move?  That's how I feel.  I've been sitting here, watching the apple tree blow around in the wind for awhile now; probably longer than I realize.  Oh my! Yep, its almost 4:00.

There's lots I should be doing, as always.  There are cases to work on, piles on my desk.  Today, Wednesday, is vacuum the house day. Nikki should have been ridden.  Stormy could have been chased around the arena.  Flicka the fat little pony could have been lunged. 

But I'm tired.  We didn't sleep well last night.  At 12:38, a constant noise woke me up.  I poked Brian until he half-opened his eyes.  "What's that noise?"  "Huh?" he said.  "What's that noise?" I made him go look.  He rolled out of bed and stumbled around the house.  One of the kids' toys was in the middle of the playroom floor, lights flashing and buzzing away.  Spooky!  I hid under the covers.

Around 10 to 5, Evan appeared at my bedside, announcing he was scared.  He climbed in.  After about a half hour, I cleared off our couch and made him a little bed there.  I tucked him in and considered getting up.  Nah!  Back to bed. 

Alarm went off at 7.  No snooze button this morning.  I rushed through court to get to Evan's preschool graduation at 10:30.  Barely made it.  Then it was onto the potluck party at the park. 

Is it my naptime yet?

I'll go vacuum.  Maybe the roar of the vacuum will wake me up.