(from mrlukeharby on flickr)
Sometimes I find my usually optimistic self awake at 3am when the seeping darkness fills my head full of worries and what ifs. I learnt a long time ago not to lie and toss and ponder but to get up find a room where I can read until my eyes feel heavy and my mind begins to quiet. In the morning the worries no longer have the same potency although they are still there, lurking in the depths, fingertips ready to peel back the days activities and creep back into my dreams.
(from jcoyle on flickr)What do I worry about? The boys of course! Is a mothers mind ever truely still? I am thinking not...
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Yep. You have company. Had to head to the couch last nite to leave my SP asleep.
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