Here I sit at 6:30 am, up since 2 am with my son screaming his lungs out for over an hour. Then I can't sleep and I realize I am experiencing insomnia. Up since then. Boing. Damn that coffee I had. But what is really obothering me and keeping me up? My house. Unemployment that happens every summer for people like me who are school year dependant. My own brain that ticks away at all of lifes problems at 3AM. Oh how I hate 3 am . It taunts me. I always regret looking at the clock then. Those red LED numbers staring at me.
My 2 year old hates me to rest or sleep, I am convinced of it. I prayed over him. I prayed that whatever hpened in the womb to make him so restless at night woul be healed. Hopefully it sticks.