The Littles arrive in T-minus 12 hours.

I should be, for all intensive purposes, asleep. Resting up. Charging the batteries.

People, I don’t understand it. I don’t understand how it is suddenly 12:30 in the morning. Wasn’t it just 10? And I could barely keep my eyes open, vowing I’d go to bed.

How the hell does this happen? Why can I not just leave things and let them be? It’s not as though there’s never not going to be something to do or that can be done.

I’m never going to finish. It will never be done. I like this about life … the next thing, right around the corner.

I’d just like to get a little bit better at stepping back and saying, okay Universe! Enough for now. I’m going to go sit in joy.

On that note … I’ll see if it’s possible to sleep in joy.