early hour

I can't believe I am up at this crazy hour, and yet I can. Obviously it's the new trend. I can't even get my brain in gear to write anything.

The kitten and his mommy-mentor cat are at my feet wrestling. Wish I had energy like that!

We got out of the house this evening, which was pretty great. We walked up and down a few streets and were just heading home when my four-year old son fell. It was one of those moments that he tempted the universe by running ahead, saying "My blinking shoes help me see where I am going..." just before he hit the thick branch on the ground and went sprawling. I was a good mommy and swooped him up immediately and walked more determinedly than I had all evening. My husband and I cleaned up the road rash on his knee and we exchanged "owwey stories." He listened very seriously and we felt this sense of commeraderie when we completed our stories. I just love having a kid. He's so amazing and thoughtful (aka full of thoughts.)

He recently spent the night with his best friend, Grant. He talks about Grant all the time and wants to be with him and since it is the son of one of my best friends, I highly encourage it. On the afternoon she kept him, she took them to her church to set out the membership table. She told them that they needed to be quiet and behave while they were in "God's House." This statement, of course, intrigued my son as he has not been to church with us and we have had brief discussions on our beliefs. If this was "God's House," surely the boys could find him. My son, Gabriel, in telling me about this said "Grant and I looked all over for God, but we couldn't find him." At this I chuckled. "He wasn't in the bathroom or the big room, he must have been upstairs, but we couldn't go up there." We had a long discussion about who God is and how we can communicate with God, and how other people feel they need to communicate with God. He seemed to absorb my thoughts, which were being echoed by my mother. Of course, when he saw his Dad, we were back to "looking for God in God's House." *sighs* He's so four.

As I sit here, I feel so tired. I rest my head on one hand and feel like I could keel over. Ha. I have been trying to sleep for a good hour with no success. This really sucks. I hope that I can find a way to "turn down the volume" of my fibromyalgia. The pain, nausea, gassiness, achiness, tiredness is just so overwhelming right now. I want to get so much accomplished around my house, hell, a simple cleaning would be great. (but then there's painting and tiling and such I want to get done....) Rah. Would a new house be any better, or just another stress from a higher mortgage payment?

Guess I will try sleep again and hope it takes before the sun rises.