Switching bunks...

The weather's stormy today and Weston and I drove out the scene shop where Brad Graham very kindly helped us paint the birdhouse Weston and Grandpa built.  Then Weston had a branch that was pretty thick and his vision was to saw it in half lengthwise and cull out a bit of a canoe for marbles.  ...This happened as well!  Poor Brad was covered in saw dust from his little rounded sander drill and the marbles fit perfect!  Weston is so blessed to have such help with his visions.
Thankfully Daddy helped him nail it up during his lunch break and Weston got to use his tools.  He's really become quite the engineer.  Later he was pounding screws into the dirt and pulling them out with his hammer.
Last night we made a shift with the boys: they switched bunks.  Donovan had occupied the top bunk ever since we moved in, but he has come to rely on a fan at night.  This fan, however has come to upset and chill little brother West who resides on the bottom bunk, so we held a family meeting and agreed that Donovan could keep the fan, but he would move to the bottom.  Donovan resisted this idea for a while, but after he set up his stuffies and made his bunk his own little world, they were both happy: Weston on the top, Donovan on the bottom.

Yesterday I almost caught up on my theatre memory book.  Dave and the boys went shopping in Drum and I sat down to bright 12x12 paper, pictures and cards.  Earlier that morning I was trying to cull out corners of the house with Dave and the boys, but I petered out.  The laundry and the dishes were more achievable, but going through old bags of books and receipts from Boston, and sorting my memory book supplies really sidetracked me.  Pressure built with reluctant complaining boys and our steam of frustration rattled the lid for both Dave and I simultaneously.   After defending my actions at being caught cutting up pictures for glueing, I finally had to ask him for what I needed.  I wanted 3 hours to myself to process and have some closure by updating my theatre memory book, and kindly, that is what he agreed to do.  He and the boys piled in the van headed for shopping and Dairy Queen.

It wasn't good that I didn't eat lunch, but I did work consistently and even with a sore back from sitting so long, I accomplished much and am grateful for it.  I can't dive in to my Longfellow play without turning over a fresh page in my mind and trying to order things still left hanging.   I'm not done processing what has just happened.  I'm overwhelmed, as usual, and so eager to stir what's been on the back burner.  I'm surprised how tough it is for me to surrender my free time to the boys while Dave is working so much.

So, I'm still craving working on my play research and I am DEFINITELY back on sugar, God help me.

I think I'll talk to Dave about switching sides of the bed.  Maybe that'll help me find new joy and perspective as I carve out a new routine.