Yep, up again last night too, only this time 2:00 A.M. and 4:00 A.M.
At 4:00 A.M. the 8-year-old scoots over next to me, puts her head on my shoulder and wants to sleep right there practically on top of me. It’s a freaking king size bed and she wants to sleep right next to almost on top of me.
Okay, so I didn’t mind that so much.
But I do feel like crap. That was the worst night’s sleep I’ve had in a very long time. Feels like every muscle in my body is screaming in pain…well…it did until I got up and started moving.
Wow. What is up with me?
As I sit and stare into the white computer screen, mentally I wander…since I haven’t really slept well the last three nights…it’s easy for me to drift now…
I drift in my mind to a scene on the coast, gray, windblown, tousled hair rainy days, running along the ocean’s edge where the sand is hard packed enough that you don’t slip and slide too much. Scenes from years past of two little girls, now nearly grown and a chubby little boy, now thin and wiry, stumbling along hand in hand through the sand, picking up sticks and stones and bits of shell and enjoying the idyllic life they once had.
Another scene, this time a blonde haired blue eyed little beauty running and splashing on a bright sunny August day, digging in the sand, smiling, laughing, carefree.
I think a trip to the Coast may be in order.