My bedtime has come and gone.
Way gone.
But there is no sleep to be had.
Not for me anyway.
Not now.
Three of my babies are gone.
They are safe and warm – this I know. They’re with Dad. (Theirs, not mine).
And though my head knows it, the knowledge does nothing for the knot in my stomach. The onslaught of what-ifs. The images that keep me from sleep.
I hate to be a downer.
But tonight this morning I’m down.
Sigh.
On a completely different note, there is something to be thankful for though.
That is, that we opted to rent Julie and Julia tonight as opposed to Paranormal Activity.
Both were available in the Redbox.
Considering the fact, though, that I’m sitting here alone in the dark after midnight I think we made the right decision.
Had we gone the other way I’d be pretty freaked out right about now. I just know it.
Freaked out and feeling sorry-for-myself-gloomy.
Instead I’m just the latter.
PS. We turned Julie and Julia off halfway through. Not worth even the dollar in my not-so-humble opinion.
It was a real yawn-fest.
Come to think of it…maybe I’ll turn it back on now.
Bring on the yawning.
G’night.
