Several things seem to be busting out all over at 4am.
It's one of the many times during the night I get up to pee. Or change positions. Or nudge my husband and say, "You're snoring, roll over."
But the last few nights my eyes have been wide open at 4am. Unable to settle down, I start having arguments in my head in which I win. These are not enjoyable circumstances. I toss some more, disturbing the dogs who think it's time to get up. And I look at the clock and think, "Damnit, I have to get out of bed in 90 minutes. I need to sleep!"
Patrick also decides to go crazy as well. This morning he was shaking his groove thing like it was going out of fashion. I even dreamed about him moving, this time "art" reflecting life.
Here's to praying for a calm day. I'm charge, but maybe I can sit down a lot. That would be great.
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