GO TO BED!

I can't actually count the number of times I say that EVERY SINGLE NIGHT! One of my major pet peeves, and also one of the reasons I think my kids make me so crazy, is that they WILL NOT go to bed! I am not sure why. But they won't. I have read to them, snuggled them, spanked them, done time-out, laid down with them, let them stay up, threatened, beaten, screamed! NOTHING WORKS! This is the part where I am takin suggestions. Seriously. I don't get it. How do I make them understand that in order to continue liking them, they have to go to bed and let me get some of my own stuff done--like the piles of grading that are NEVER going to get done, or the projects that have been sitting for months because I never have time, or the floors that need swept, and although they have been swept at least 3 times already today, need it again because said children are slobs. They do not need to be part of everything I do. In fact, I really want to watch my Law and Order: SVU episode that we DVRd, but I can't because they are always around, and it's not a little kid show (I know, I know, I shouldn't watch it either, but I am still going to.) I just would really like to even be able to go to bed myself without feeling like I have to barricade the doors to keep them out. ARGH! I guess I will go try to throw them in bed again--by the way, it is now 10:33 at night...and they are still up.

In other news, we got to see a man get taken down by the cops tonight. There we are, innocently filling up the gas tank so we can get to church tomorrow, and all the sudden this cop goes sprinting past our car (it was vaguely humorous, since he wasn't tiny, although he was HAULING!). At the other edge of the Waffle House parking lot, there are like 3 police cars, and I see this man running. Next thing I know, he pretty much gets tackled by a policeman. Then they kind of dogpile on him to get him cuffed. Needless to say, we were pretty much deeply intrigued by this point. We finish filling up and see an officer looking through the trash--hmm...what are they looking for? And then...we did something I am a bit ashamed of. I dug out a dollar and we decided that Cam was going to go into the gas station (where the cop had come running out of) and see if he could get the scoop. (Isn't that terrible? We are seriously the worst kind of nosy citizens!) Anyway, apparently some creepy drunk guy has been hanging around harrassing the gas station attendant, and tonight he got quite beligerant. He was threatening her and a customer. I guess after she got him to leave the store, he just hung around kind of circling the store, and a customer came in and thought he was messing with a gun. I personally doubt that he actually had a gun, but apparently that was more than enough to get the police involved.

Anyway, that's about our day. Cameron had to work most of the afternoon--unexpectedly, which was crummy--so we didn't get a whole lot done. We did take the kids to McDonald's for dinner, and that was actually really fun. Usually taking them out is the equivalent of pulling one's toenails out slowly with a pair of pliers. In fact, that is almost how I would describe our subsequent trip to Walmart. But, we survived, and if our kids would ever go to bed, we might get some sleep. At least I don't have to teach tomorrow. And at least Levi is in bed.

Today I am grateful for my insulin pump. I can't believe how much better I feel using it than I do with shots. I mean, I don't feel fantastic either way, but at least with my pump, I can make minute adjustments that quickly affect me. I am grateful for the technology behind the pump, and hope that it can keep getting better. I can't wait to actually start using my continuous glucose monitoring system. Right now it is just sitting in our front room...I am about to start experimenting with it!

Good night!