It's 3:15 in the morning and I'm having trouble sleeping.
It's a combination of Whoopsie kicking, Hubster snoring, mind racing over things that we need to be doing and not doing, all compounded by the fact that The Princess can't seem to find sleep either.
It's ironic really that I'm suffering from insomnia tonight. It was just a day or two ago that I had a conversation with a friend about the "conundrum" of lying awake at night. There is no doubt that you are exhausted but for some reason, when the world is calm and you can barely make out the outline of your window with the moon shadows, your mind takes to wandering.
Should we have done this? Why haven't I thought of that? Where shall I plant those flowers? Why are the kids having to deal with this? Or that? What do they think of us? How will I get that done tomorrow? Does it matter? Why do I care? Where is my sleep? Was that the bell for half past already?
When I lived with my parents, I used to get out of bed and take a steaming hot bath. Soaking and stewing in the wee hours of the morning. Inevitably, my mom would knock on the door and ask me if I was ok. I always answered yes, but was that really true?
Ask me now. Are you ok?
The answer is, as always, "yes" I suppose, but I feel too much upon me this night. Sleep has gone wandering with the moon and I wait and wish that I could be hiding in my dreams, blissfully unaware of the slow turning of the earth.