3:21AM

Monday morning. I've been up since 12:13AM, when the alarm clock in my boys' room went off for no apparent reason. Best guess is Beckett hit a button. I'd like to say being awake at this hour is unusual, but I can't. Sound asleep and something wakes me up at say 12:30, 1:30, 2:30, all AM and that's it. I'm up. Usually it's something with Frank or Beckett. Or a brilliant idea (or dilemma-solution) I allow myself to overthink. Or, yes, worrying about something, someone, some problem, some undone item on some to-do list. Obsessed perfectionist? Yes.

I'll be exhausted tomorrow. But this is simply the way it is and I've learned to live with it. Typically I'll get really tired again around 5:00-5:30, sleep a little, wake up at 6:56, the nanny (manny: male nanny: CJ) arrives at 7:00 so I have four minutes to shower, dress and look like I've got my s--t together. (Obsessed perfectionist remember?) OR, I get a ridiculous amount of work done and start the day with everything finished. Thereby 6:00AM feels like noon and when 7:00AM rolls around, I drive everyone crazy because I've been rarin' to go for hours and don't understand why they are still groggy.

I've got two books to start, and finish today. (And no, it won't happen, it isn't physically possible.) One is about affirmative action. The other is about a family who had to live under a trailer or motorhome (I'm not sure why not "in" because I haven't read it yet.) Evidently, according to the publisher, the under-the-motorhome story will make a great screenplay. We'll see. Out of the 100 books I design a year, very few live up to the hype. But then that's true of just about everything isn't it?

Then, two newsletters to design; some printing quotes to get; invoicing; and modifications to an old book that is due for a second edition. So I really have no business doing "this" when I'm up this early rather than "that."

Oh, and, take my mother home who has been visiting for a month; no not a month, four days, but you know what I mean. And, the five-year-old (Frank) is on Easter break. Since Frank goes to a private Lutheran elementary school, it is called Easter break and it does take place immediately following Easter as opposed to "ski break," or "spring break" which can occur anytime within six weeks on either side of Easter. Frank will go home with Grandma for a couple of days as is his fondest desire. Leaving Beckett (13 months) home alone with mama and dada.

I ran across something the other day when I was perusing blogs. It related to a book challenge of some sort. Go to a certain page in a book you are currently reading, like 325 (although that doesn't make sense since not all books are typically that long), and then go to a certain line (like the 5th or 15th); and then determine whatever that line means in your life. Or something like that. Anyway, I went back to try to find it, because I obviously cannot recollect the details, and I can't find it. Figures. I suppose I could just do it anyway, make up my own rules. BUT, see the first paragraph (o.p. remember?)

Later I'm going to practice adding links to the blog. All of this is new to me. I've resisted the whole web design thing. Shamefully, it is only because I don't "feel" like learning how to do it. Isn't that terrible? And even telling myself it's terrible, doesn't make me do it.

What's this? I'm tired. Hmmm, may have to try to sleep now. Maybe I've found the cure! Blogging.