Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Sleep, Come Hither

The witching hours have been kicking my ass the past few days.  We're all adjusting to having our own bedrooms, with doors and a hallway to navigate, and the two littles make it clear that my night time absence isn't acceptable to them.  I've spent a few hours of every night curled up between their mattresses that are currently flopped on the floor, not awake, not asleep, not comfortable.  I find myself defaulting to perspective.  I'm not on a dirt floor in a refugee camp.  I'm not impoverished and scared.  But like moms of little kids all across the world, I'm F'ing tired.

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