I’m so tired. I pass out at night. Often when I’m putting my son to sleep. I wake up to discover I’ve been asleep for many minutes. His tired body breathing smoothly next to me. My sweet baby Lou.
I wonder ten years from now will I miss this?
I wonder why it’s so hard?
What’s the lesson?
There’s a reason for everything.
Maybe we are being prepared for something harder. Maybe not. Maybe it’s just kids and sleep and parenting and all that.
I hear him breathing on the monitor and I thank god he’s finally calm. This is no joke and these minutes of sleep are precious.
Time for me to pass out again. Good night.
PS I am so delirious. I’m learning that if I don’t get this done before 7:30 I am only capable of the insane rambling of a sleep deprived loonie. Bear with me.
