I went to bed early this morning really mad at my computer. I was trying to get some pictures ordered so I can get to work on Mattie's scrapbook and some prints to enter in the fair next week (because I am such a good photographer) and I had problems. I'm sure it had something to do with the fact that I was ordering almost 600 pictures, but the program was running much slower than I desired. After going through each picture to make sure the frame and color were just right, I began to place my order. I won't tell you how long it actually took me to get to this point.
For some reason, my fingers would not type in the correct credit card number, so of course this process also took longer than normal. So I finally get to the download portion of the order. Again, I am sure it had something to do with the fact that I was working with almost 600 pictures, but this process took more than two hours. The pictures download, I finish the order form, and viola, I am finally on the last step, the crucial step where the pictures actually get sent to the photo lab.
By this time I am feeling a little sleepy. I keep watching the numbers go by. They are actually going pretty fast: 1...25...80...and so on. I go wash may face and brush my teeth thinking I will actually get to go to bed in just a few minutes. 472...508...527...545...BAM! That must have been the magic number because I lost my Internet connection!
I managed to not yell the words that were going through my head because I did not want to wake Katie and Mattie. I sign back on as quick as I can, praying the order was saved.
Those of you who know me, know I believe in prayer and that every prayer is answered. I do not believe in unanswered prayers, just that God answers them the way he wants to, not necessarily the way I want him to. And yes, I believe He has a very powerful sense of humor too and He used it on me this morning.
The pictures I had formatted were saved, first part of my prayer answered. However, I had to start the order process completely over. Again, problems typing the credit card number. What's up with my fingers? I get the pictures starting to download and decide, two hours of sleep are better than one. Off to bed I go, leaving the computer to download and be ready for me to finish in the morning (funny, it is morning!).
My alarm goes off, I wake Katie up and run to the computer. AGGGGHHH! I don't know what happened during the time I was asleep, but the order did not go through. Angrier now than when I went to bed the first time, I lay back down for another 1 1/2 sleep. Surprisingly enough, I am still so tired that I go right back to sleep. Katie comes to tell me she is leaving, and I think "Yeah, I can sleep fifteen minutes longer than I had planned."
Wrong again! But this is the good part. At about 5:45 I feel this little tickle on my cheek. I open my eyes and there is my precious little Mattie gentle patting my cheek to wake me up. She starts to giggle when I open my eyes. We play and giggle until Grumpy makes his 6:30 wake up call and we start to get ready for the day.
So I have decided, after such a yucky night , only about 2 1/2 hours of sleep and still no pictures ordered, this is going to be a good day. How could it not be - one of God's most previous angels reminded me early this morning - I have a lot to be thankful for.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
She is not even 3' tall and we have a king size bed. Yet, there is no room for both of us to sleep. This morning, I woke up with her little hand in my eye and her big toe in my nose. Really, in my nose! No wonder I was having trouble breathing!
I have all sorts of aches and pains and bags under my eyes all from lack of sleep. But when she wakes up, rolls over on top of me and starts to giggle, that makes everything alright.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Ok, my daughter is 23 years old. I always thought that when they got to a certain age, you quit worrying so much. Can someone please tell me what that age is? I think I find myself worring more now than when she was younger. And she gets mad! I am sure when Mattie gets older she will be the same way.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
It is one of those days when I have worked so hard and I am so tired, but I can't seem to find what I have accomplished. How should we handle these types of days. Do I stay late at work to see if I can see if I can make some progress? Should I just go home and be a grump to everyone around me and hope tomorrow is a better day? I think I will just go home, watch a "moomie" with Mattie in my lap, enjoy her kisses and hugs, and know that no matter what life is good.