Insomniacs Unite

Electric fireplace light feature is always nice to look at.

Can’t sleep?

I go through phases of sleeplessness. My insomnia hits at 2 or 3 in the morning. Lately, it’s been 1 am.

Something wakes me up – a dream. The dog barks occasionally. My kiddo, though it’s rarely him, these days.

“They” say if you wake up, you should lie in bed because even your body is still getting rest although you are awake. So, we start worrying, making to-do lists, planning for future.

Coffee time, of course!

It helps, but it’s still not sleep. And, save a glass of milk, I won’t take anything to help. I rarely do, anyway as I never want to rely on sleep aides.

So, I lie awake. And think. And worry. And pray. And at the acceptable time of 3 am, I get up.

And I write. And Honey, our hamster, sometimes keeps me company. (We’re creatures of the night.) 😉

Honey the hamster. She’s named Honey because she never bites and is very sweet.

Good Morning,

J.

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Sweet Morning Moments

I was up at 4 am to get my workout in. Really, to get started back in a workout routine. After my workout and shower, I was ready for an hour of writing before getting my family up for school and work.

I had my tea made. I had my laptop open to my most recent chapter of my novel, and then I heard it.

The doorknob rattling in surround-sound.

The volume on our baby monitor is up so that I can hear my son if he wakes up and opens his door in the middle of the night. He always closes the door behind him, so I always hear a rattling and shutting, as I heard it at 5 a.m. this morning.

I turned around and saw his near 3 ft. silhouette standing at the end of the hallway and started running toward me. Forgetting the computer, my tea, and writing goals, I knelt down and opened my arms to embrace his morning hug. I turned everything off, sat down on the couch with him, and we watched his nursery rhyme YouTube channels. His new favorite is woodland creatures in a snowy forest singing Jesus Loves Me. We played it on repeat.

I know, very well, there will be a morning when I have hours to write. My boy will be off playing at a friend’s house, off to camp, off to college, so I treasure every moment with him.

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Mac Attack playing at our neighborhood park.

Being an older parent of a toddler has many blessings. I have years under my belt and a different appreciation for life than what I had at twenty. I’m not knocking twenty, but I still had my entire family alive and well at twenty. Now, most of them have passed away. That sort of loss changes you. Yet, with the difficult comes much good. Through all that, now I’m married to the love of my life, and we have a beautiful little boy.

My sweet morning moments: my well-rested son running out of his bedroom in the early morning hours into my arms. Now that’s a great way to start my day!

Gratefully,

J.