This morning started with my son climbing into bed with us at 6 am.
That in and of itself is not a bad thing. He's a cuddle bug and doesn't tend to sleep sideways like the other one does...
The killer is that it's Thanksgiving. A holiday.
And for some funny reason, now that I'm a dad, I can't seem to go back to sleep once I'm awakened past the hour of, say, 5:30 am. I used to be a sleeping champ.
Now I'm just like my grandma.
The problem is that I just lie there and my brain kicks into creativity mode without waiting for the warmup. Today I had one side of my brain working on the composition for a pastel picture I want to do as a Christmas gift. The other side was working on how I could work in a tile mosaic floor somewhere in our house, and somewhere in the middle, I had possible scenes for a large scale stained glass window for the wall behind our bar downstairs. Then every once in a while, the practical side would jump in and try to think of ways to market all these great ideas so I could make all this my full-time job.
I finally just got up. Sigh. Maybe some tryptophan and alcohol will slow the old brain down a little later on...
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. I'm thankful to have started this blog, and for everyone who comments so faithfully, like Brandy, EM, and Kay.