Last night was one of those nights. Daddy had a meeting so I put all the kids to bed, then laid on the floor doing Facebook until the twins dropped off to sleep, except I dropped off to sleep, too. I know I’m really wiped out when I wake up on the cold floor at 1:30 am (about 4 hours later). The first thought that hits my semi-coherent brain is the long list of stuff I was supposed to do after the kids were asleep. Most of it doesn’t matter. I didn’t get to it all day, there’s no point in doing it now, but sometimes there are one or two urgent things that need my attention. Bills that must be paid today, e-mails I promised to send, lunch boxes that need to be emptied. I do what I must and then I trundle off to bed, fully expecting that my weary body will get right back to much needed sleep.
Guess again. Now my brain wants to play. There is so much to think about…
- The still long list of things I didn’t get to today come out to haunt me. Piles of laundry, piles of paper, deferred projects, and someday dreams. The details keep the gears spinning…
- Like my daughter’s upcoming IEP. Playdates arranged – check. Not sure if Dad’s coming, but I hope so. Wonder if I need to update our notebook again. Not really sure how to prepare for this one…
- After school trip for class project is coming up, too. Need to make sure the twins are covered for that since it is at the town reservoir and I want to focus on Sissy, not keeping them out of the water. Reminds me of the first time I ever visited the reservoir back in grad school days before I knew my husband. I came with some friends and we rented paddle boats, had a picnic. I didn’t have a car then, but I rode with my friend Steve. Wonder whatever happened to Steve…I should look him up on Facebook…
- Is little boy’s breathing sounding OK?* Could be a little wheezy. Hope he’s not catching Sissy’s cold or it’s back to albuterol for him. And we’ve got to figure out what to do with his binky situation. Last one finally has a hole in it, so it won’t last long now. He’s gonna be a bear to get to sleep without that thing. How to help ease the transition…hmm…
- Can’t hear boy’s breathing over Daddy’s snoring now…yeesh.
- Tomorrow – gotta come up with something to post on 5 Minutes…hmm…
You get the idea. Once I finally do get to sleep I have marvelous dreams about not getting to where I’m trying to go. Being late. People falling through trap doors and the like. I’m going to need to break this cycle soon. Haven’t figured out the best way to do it.
What keeps you up in the night?
*Yes, after all the effort to get them to sleep in their own beds the twins still migrate to ours sometime during the night…sometimes before I even get there. The whole thing is silly.