Time Change, Sleep and Money

I woke up today with every intention of going to church. Nico doesn't have baseball for once and I really want to get back to going. Two things happened that stopped my efforts. The time change and Leo let me sleep in. Why do we even need the time change? There are already not enough hours in the day and now we lose one? You'd think it wouldn't be that big of a deal but Gia isn't sleeping and the other kids keep asking for breakfast and it's already almost 1:00. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate and needed the sleep. Leo woke up with Gia and like a dad that knows his daughter, fed her away from me so she wouldn't cry and compel me to get up with her. When he wakes up with her, I can't help but feel how much he loves me and cares about me being okay because one more night of not sleeping and I would not have been okay. When I go more than two nights without sleeping well, I get weepy and short-tempered and I think he sensed that was happening. I appreciate his efforts and won't complain tonight when he plays basketball. Why is it that the minute you CAN sleep in, you can't sleep? I stayed in bed willing sleep to come back but a million thoughts kept it from coming.

I really do think money is the root of all evil. I set out to do this blog so I could kickstart a writing career. Along the way, I found that I really love writing it. The money/business part of it has muddied it somewhat. I have a friend whose daughter is so creative that she really could sell her work but she chooses not to. I never understood it until now. If I ever do try and make money writing, I'll need to have someone else handle that part of it. For me, once you mix business and money with creativity, the creativity part gets weighed down and spoiled a little (which my friend's daughter probably knows). It's funny, I remember when I got an interview for the teaching position I wanted. I was so excited because the competition was so cut-throat. When I told Leo how it went, he asked me how much it paid. I had no idea. I didn't even think to ask. I wanted to teach. I wanted my own classroom. I couldn't wait. The money never even occured to me. When I got the job, I was ecstatic. Leo, again, asked how much I was going to make and again, I forgot to ask. I just didn't care. I was going to teach and them paying me was just a bonus. Let me sidebar here and say I am pretty sure this is why I have to raid the money jug we have periodically. I feel the same way with writing. The money just messes it up. Now if I was offered money to write, I am no dummy...I'd take it and have Leo deal with that part.