I'm not a morning person. Never have been, never will be. I've accepted this about myself but it doesn't make mornings any easier. I used to feel guilty about not being fully functional in the am. But I heard a sermon once about how people are created soooo differently and one of the ways that comes out is that people are productive at different times of the day. It was a defining moment of my life, I didn't have to be pleasant right the moment I wake up? It's okay that I don't get much done in the morning? When 2 pm hits and I kick in I need to take advantage of it. I can get more done in and hour in the afternoon than the whole morning. This is why I like to work at the restraunt more during the night shift than over the lunch hour (thank goodness I don't have to do that too often). When Marty is ready to go to bed at 9:30 and I'm wide awake, that's okay! When he's out of bed at 6am and out the door 20 minutes later, that's okay, I don't have to make him breakfast (he's a smart man, he figured out early on that it's much better if he doesn't try to have a serious conversation right when I wake up, I either don't respond well or don't respond at all). So after hearing that sermon I felt FREE. Thanks Pastor Norm!!!!!
Marty and the boys moved our pond last week. It used to be up in the train layout but we never were very happy with where it was. It wasn't in a place where you could just sit and enjoy it. After visiting some friends last summer who had their pond just out their back door off their deck we decided to move ours closer to the house and right off the patio. it's so wonderful to walk out and hear the water flowing over the fall and see the fish swimming around. I need to get on Marty's computer and get a couple of pics to post have to work on making the patio a little bigger. It entails digging and setting down bricks so that may take a little while, don't know if I'll get it done before the first snow. Marty said that's my project as he thinks the patio is just fine as it is.
I haven't had any gazeboo time lately, hopefully this evening I can go up and sit for a little bit, if I'm up there everyone else usually ends up there too. It's the whole 'where's mom and why would she want to enjoy some 'quiet' philosophy. I watch as one by one they come out the door look around and spot me. It's the same as my phone magnet philosophy, if I was on the phone all the boys were irresistably drawn to me. I could move from room to room and they would just follow me around the house and bicker. And it's not just the boys. Every once in awhile I'll decide to veg out in my room, I'm not hiding but it's upstairs and quiet. It's really quite sweet but they all have this compulsion to 'check' up on me. Marty is usually the first one and unless I'm pms'ing and really nasty he'll come up every once in awhile to see if I need anything. If I'm nasty they flee in fear. Smart men.