Facing the Day

Phew. I'm having a tough morning. I've shouted three times and it in 9.14am. Sesame Street is on and I need to write and sort out why I'm so out of sorts.

OK. Tomorrow we travel to Kansas. Today, I have to pack for the kids and myself. I would like to get the house into a reasonable state. I have to drop Gus off at the kennel. This is not an outlandish list, as I have nothing else planned for today. So why am I so on the edge? Deep breathes.

Am I anxious about the trip? Quite possibly. But I shouldn't be. Time with Brent, time with family, maybe even some time to myself.

The nights are still tough. I'm starting to dream about uninterrupted sleep. We are in a pattern where Tom will eat twice in the night and then come in to bed with us at 5.00 for two hours of fractious semi-sleep.

I think the sleep is my big problem. The tasks of the day seem just overwhelming at this minute. I'm tired, but I can't escape to rest. I'm going to take some time right now. Hopefully Tom will nap, Rose can watch Sesame Street, and I can quietly drink tea and get a little more ready to face the day.