I thought I was as tired as I could get. (well I knew that was not quite true because I have been in much worse places during the last year, but those horrors aside... )
I was tired.
I was so so so ready to sleep. My head hurts from lack of sleep. My body was hurting. My heart was slowly shredding.
I collapsed in those cool sheets.
And sleep did not come.
I shared my fears with The Man I Love.
Eventually, snuggled much closer than normal, I went to be with the sandman.
Only to be awakened an hour later by BabyBoyBlue and his tears.
Earache.
Nearly two hours later, sleep called again.
Only to be awakened an hour and a half later.
Hungry. Earache.
I brought him to bed.
It was long till he slept.
Only to be awakened about two hours later.
Grumpy. Hungry. Earache.
How long, O Lord, must I endure this routine?
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