Postcards from the edge

"I rarely cry. I save my feelings up inside me like I have something more specific in mind for them.
— Carrie Fisher (Postcards from the Edge)

Been up since 4 am. Another night where my body caves but my mind is still STRAC!
I consider getting a jump on the day , waking up Leslie to go walking in my living room, but then i would get the whole house up and after yesterday i dont know if im ready for the day to begin again yet.
It can never come at you platoon, it hits you with the force of battalion. Several hundred deep and with the force of force.
But....
My back doesnt break. My shoulders wont drop. "He trains my hands for battle, So that my arms can bend a bow of bronze."Psalm 18:34
Ill organize the tupperware. I own 6 cabinets full. I love tupperware , its another of my bizarre organizational obsessions. I love the matching lids, the "collections" and that its virtually indestructible, oh yes and it comes with a lifetime guarentee, so few things in life come with that....and even fewer that will back that guarentee up.
Coming out to the computer, i stepped on a line of green army men, while not quite as painful as a barbie shoe or action figure it sure woke me all the more up. Highlander will be up soon, his alarm will go off, he will get up come out ask me what im doing awake again , get the leopard snuggie off the couch wrap me up in it while im still sitting in my computer chair and start pushing me toward the couch. I love him for loving me. I am grateful that when everything else in the world is on fire, he remains calm as ever.
I often wonder if he has a sixth sense, because within 2.5 seconds of walking in my door he sums up the whole of my day and adjusts his actions accordingly. Considering yesterday was about a 8 on the richter scale, he comes in his voice is a little more tender than usual, he was asking what he could do to help with dinner, sent me to Target for the razors for our shaving experiment (i posted that on facebook) , bathed all the kids while i was out , and kissed me a little more than usual before i finally fell asleep. Dont ask me where i found him cause i dont even know,but i am grateful to God every day that he is mine.
Ok enough with all that Disneyland fluffy stuff. I hear his alarm going off and i better stop now before he comes out reads this and tells me im ruining his reputation again :)
S.O.T.D
For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.
2 Timothy 1:7