It is five a.m. I am awake.
I am not drinking coffee and I want to be.
I am so not okay with this situation on so many levels.

In 6 sleeps we board an airplane bound for Canada, and in all honesty the drive to the airport cannot come soon enough.  After a week of hot weather, scattered schedule, and a stomach that just doesn’t want to digest nicely for Pete’s sake, I am pooped.

Wait, let’s not use that word in regard to the whole stomach situation. Sorry.

Add on to that a night with sorrowful, expressive dogs, temperature issues, and a roomful of late-night happy teenagers next door, and it would be truthful to say I’ve had better nights.

Now, I’m a big fan of “strong for the finish” and all that, don’t get me wrong, but remembering that we have a kids club to run up to the day before we leave really does weary me out.  Granted, 5 a.m. after a night of no sleep is probably not the best time to be thinking about that.

My brain is everywhere and nowhere right now, and I can only imagine what it’s going to be like in a couple hours. I’m thinking a nap is in the plans for today.  Until then, I think I have a date with my tea and Leviticus and a certain windowsill. (Maybe that will put me back asleep…)

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P.S. Literally seconds before I post this, I receive a very challenging and encouraging email from my mentor back home. It’s always so cool when that happens. Good timing, Katie/Holy Spirit! You make a good team.