Is It Morning Yet?

Good grief. I think I had too much coffee. I definitely cannot turn my mind off and the Lord knows I wish it would go into sleep mode. Today was such a whirlwind of driving kids around, writing papers, running interference, playing counselor... all that stuff that goes along with being MOM. Usually I drop into bed exhausted, physically and mentally. I guess I shouldn't have had that venti-sized Starbucks this evening.

Or the cup of coffee before that.
With the piece of chocolate cake.

Do you ever have people ask you what's on your mind, and you think to yourself Do you really want to know? Do you ever want to share what's on your mind, but you wonder to yourself What's the point?

My husband, bless his heart, asked me that question tonight. He's a wise man. He knows something is going on. He asks and I think he sincerely wants to know. But I lie and tell him Nothing. Nothing is on my mind (with emphasis on the nothing part).

So now he thinks I'm moody.
And I'm mad because he thinks I'm moody.

Well, mad is probably too strong of a word. If I'm mad at anybody, it would just be at myself. Maybe if I would have shared what was on my mind, I wouldn't be wide awake at 2:04 in the morning with the cat curled up beside me. I would be in my warm bed with my husband, not the cat. Yep. Makes me feel pretty dumb just writing this.

So what's on my mind?

Money. A book I'm reading. A snowstorm out west. Virtual worlds and reality. People that have 500 facebook friends. My student loan statement. A kid not feeling good. Hunger. Angry adults. God. Roman emperors that won't go away. Unemployment. Friends who aren't really friends. Make that two kids that aren't feeling good. Poland. Stale raisin bran. Cold feet. High gas prices.

Okay. Maybe I'm getting a bit carried away, but the first four are a definite. That and the hunger and the cold feet.

No wonder he thinks I'm moody.
I probably really did have too much coffee.
But I can never have too much chocolate.