There has been a lot going on it seems for me the past two days. Last night was the worst. I am currently attending school to achieve a degree in Education. I had the summer semester off and fall just began. With all that time in between I had forgotten how extremely horrible writing papers was for me. My little "Gabba" freak loves the computer, she uses it to talk with family out of state, which means my computer time must be during 3 different periods: early morning during breakfast, nap time, or bed time. Breakfast is me normally running back and forth between her, food, computer, cleaning, and especially the coffee maker. So, you see the dilemma there for serious study time. Nap time is slowly becoming my baking period. Which leaves bedtime. What you should also know is that once I start on homework I have to finish it that day. Every time I try to go back to something whatever I have written becomes completely annoying, so in the end I start the paper all over again. Well, last night I did not get to start my paper till 8:30 pm and I did not finish my paper till 2:30am. Why does it take that long, you ask? My horrible truth is I am a control freak. It must be what I deem perfect. Which means it doesn't matter if someone else thinks it perfect, it's not done, till it's done. Last night took forever to be done. When I finally finished I put my stuff away climbed into bed, closed my eyes, my body relaxed, and the next thing I know......Mommmeeee!? For the next couple hours it was up, down, up, down. My growing child is teething again. You know nobody makes new mothers realize teething happens EVERY time your kid gets a new tooth. My child is growing some pretty fangs, though. So, in response to last night I am thinking of some rest and peaceful sleep. I am grabbing some blankies, opening my window, and climbing into bed. :) Here is a old Irish lullaby for everyone to help them find their way to dream land............................
"Gartan Mother's Lullaby"
*~an old Irish song and poem written by Herbert Hughes and Seosamh Mac Cathmhaoil~*
Sleep, O babe, for the red-bee hums
The silent twilight's fall:
Aibheall from the Grey Rock comes
To wrap the world in thrall.
A leanbhan O, my child, my joy,
My love and heart's-desire,
The crickets sing you lullaby
Beside the dying fire.
Dusk is drawn, and the Green Man's Thorn
Is wreathed in rings of fog:
Siabhra sails his boat till morn
Upon the Starry Bog.
A leanbhan O, the pale half moon
Hath brimmed her cusp in dew,
And weeps to hear the sad sleep-tune
I sing, O love, to you.
Faintly sweet doth the chapel bell
Ring o'er the valley dim:
Tearmann's peasant-voices swell
In fragrant evening hymn.
A leanbhan O, the low bell rings
My little lamb to rest
And angel-dreams, till morning sings
Its music in your breast.
Sleep, O babe, for the red-bee hums
The silent twighlight's fall,
Aoibheall from the Grey Rock comes
To wrap the world in thrall.
A leanbhan O, my child, my joy,
My love and heart's-desire,
The crickets sing you lullaby
Beside the dying fire.
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Sweet Dreams Everyone!!!!
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