Sleeplessness

Things have been going pretty well the past week or so. Todd still isn't sleeping well, and when he doesn't sleep well, I don't sleep well, so I need to continue praying that he is able to sleep pain free so that he does not wake up multiple times every night.

Tate had a friend spend the night last night, and then Tate spent the night at his friend's tonight. I hope that they are staying out of trouble.

We are running out of everything, gas, toilet paper, cat food, etc... and we have no money. We have some bottles we can return, but that won't buy much. I have no idea how we are going to get through to the end of the month. I really need to pray on it. The uncertainty really discourages me.

So far my college class has been easy -too easy actually, but what is to be expected from a class called "University Success?" The discussions are superficial and really don't interest me very much. I can't wait until I am in a class that challenges me and makes me think more.

I also need to remember the people of Haiti in my prayers. It makes me feel bad, worrying about how I am going to buy cat food when so many people have been hurt and killed or displaced. Can you imagine losing absolutely everything? Let's all pray for them.

My mother looks at every earthquake as a sign that Armageddon is immanent. I lived that way for so long, living in fear that the world was going to end at any moment. I refuse to live that way anymore. An earthquake is just an earthquake. They have been around since the earth was formed, and they will continue until it breaks up and scatters through the universe.

Mom says that Harry is moving to Arkansas. She does not seem upset about it. I don't understand her at all. He bent over backwards to be good to her and she just felt smothered by him. I know he was not perfect, but I think if she had given him more of a chance, she would have been able to work on the things about him that she didn't like. She practically drove him away. It hurts my heart. I really hate to see him go. I think Mom might miss him once he is gone- like the old Crystal Gail song:

Never want a drink of water, 'til the well runs dry,
never miss a real good thing, 'til he says good-bye.