I can’t count the number of times I’ve thought of writing. Several times a day. Maybe more than that if I’m honest. I’m not sure what’s stopping me.
Right now, I’m sitting in the basement, wide awake, hoping that D is getting a good night’s sleep upstairs. She’s been so exhausted lately. She’s practically falling asleep walking between 2 and 5 in the evening. Though I wish I could find a magic remedy somewhere, I know it’s the hormones and a growing child running her into the ground. What can she eat, what can she drink, how can she move to get that little bit of extra energy that she needs? But, I know we can’t beat what’s happening inside her right now and the best remedy may be embracing the exhaustion and providing as many opportunities for rest as I can.
So I can’t sleep. At least I’m prepared for sleepless nights with a child! Seven and a half months early.