Bah Humbug!

I’ve been up so late for three nights running I can almost imagine what it might be like to have a hangover. I have canker sores on my tongue from eating so much chocolate and sugar and all of my clothes are bulging from an excess of holiday treats.

We have snow mountains from shoveling that are almost as high as the top of our van and we have icicles hanging off our roof that are only a few inches from the ground. Were, rather. My 17-year-old likes to protect the world from dangerous ice hangings, and just knocked our biggest one down. Last year he went out in his bare feet to perform that service. This year, I heard a BOOM, BOOM, BOOM around lunchtime. He’d walked home from school to eat lunch here, and knocked off all the icicles hanging from our porch as he returned home.

I was driving him to school this morning, and I admit to being a bit groggy. “My sleep schedules are all messed up,” I told him.

“Your sleep schedules!” he exclaimed, as well he might. He and his college-age brother have been staying up later and later (or should I say earlier and earlier?) playing video games. He had to get up in time to dress for and drive to early morning Seminary at 6 AM, but he was certainly more cheerful about the whole missed sleep business than I was. He told me, “Theoretically, the best way to reset the sleep cycle is to stay up all night and go to be on time the next evening when you’re tired.”

“And whose theory might this be?” I countered.

“Mine.”

What do you answer to that? I shook my head and kept on driving.

I like to end with a positive note, and here I must say that I dropped off the last of my Christmas cards and packages in the mail this morning. Yay!