I did something stupid last night.
As we drove through town (ironically, on our way to check out the local farmer’s market in search of good, whole foods) I saw a sign at Sonic, “Shakes half price after 8”.
I thought how long it had been since I’d indulged in a milkshake.
And how I would never feed my kids that fake, sugary poison. It would have to wait till they were asleep. But it would be inappropriate to leave them in the bus alone while we went off to town for to save money on milkshakes.
Even if they were sleeping like little enchiladas in their bunks. (I refuse to apologize for that confused metaphor because this post is being written at 4 in the morning).
On the other hand, no enchiladas would be harmed if my in-laws picked us up a shake on their way home from town, right?
I wisely chose vanilla over chocolate, as, sadly (more like grief-stricken and in deep mourning) I have realized I just can’t handle the caffeine in chocolate after mid-afternoon.
Foolishly, I sucked down my half of that enormous, sugary, fake concoction with momentary pleasure while sitting with my husband in the front seat of our suburban together in the dark. It was the only place one could safely enjoy a milk shake without disturbing the enchiladas or getting sucked on by mosquitoes.
I find it amazing now that I was even able to go to sleep after my indulgence. Must have been that whole being-a-mom-to-three-small-children-all-day=induced-exhaustion thing. But 4 hours later I was awake, sugar buzzed, and hungry. I have learned I can’t ignore these symptoms. I dutifully got myself a cheese stick though I hate eating in the middle of the night, and flipped on my light to read for a bit.
I finished my book (Jerry Jenkins, Writing for the Soul, good except he doesn’t recommend self publishing and I do) and tried to sleep again. Couldn’t. Visited the bus bathroom (ouch, my hips!), draped an apron over the stove light I use as a nightlight so it wouldn’t shine so brightly down the hallway, tucked in my baby (because it makes me feel good, not ‘cause he needed it), and tried again.
Still couldn’t sleep. I know not to fight these symptoms.
Finally, knowing I’d tried everything that was going to work if anything was going to work, I resorted my favorite indulgence (besides milkshakes and tucking in my baby): Pioneer Woman’s blog.
I love her. This post is not meant to be an ode to Pioneer Woman, but can I just say she rocks ‘cause she’s a stay-at-home mom who homeschools and writes and loves her husband and has become a celebrity because of those things? Oh, and she has the most hilarious writing voice that I unashamedly love to emulate.
And she’s the one website I seem to be able to read without getting terribly stimulated. Which is something I try to avoid in the middle of the night. Elsewhere online I’m inspired/tempted to write a killer blog post, write an amazing guest post, write another ebook, or finally become a twitter ninja. But with Ree, I just soak in her good humor and beautiful photography of every day life and convince myself for a little while that I don’t need to change the world.
I read 6 pages of Confessions on my husband’s phone, trying not to wake him with my laughter (and barely resisting waking him up so I could share the best parts with him), when I was finally ready to try sleep again.
Alas, I was still hungry.
I ate the last chocolate chip cookie dough bite (made with coconut flour, almond butter, and flax seed, and not enough chocolate to get a fix) and then, at last, I was ready for sleep.
Except my mind wanted to write this post. And I couldn’t convince myself I’d be this clever in the day time. Or have time to write in the day time.
This post didn’t even have a point! But it was so fun to write. To pretend I’m all clever like Pioneer Woman, and that I won’t pay for this lack of sleep all day tomorrow. I mean, today.
The birds have begun to sing. The air conditioning kicks on and off again. The clock ticks. My children and husband sleep. I’m jealous. And yet, I have written today. And I do so love to write.
Who is one of your favorite bloggers? Who’s writing voice do you most enjoy? Do you think it’s ok to copy someone’s writing style? Please say yes. I need validation. And, if you really want to make my day, tell me this sounded like my writing voice at its best? You are too sweet.