It's actually the next day now, but last night, or this morning even, I was still awake at 4am.
I'll never understand or get to grips with my body clock, really I won't.
While I find it difficult to find the motivation during the day to finish tasks, I'll get a sudden burst of burst of energy around midnight and start to sew. Luckily I hand sew everything or the whole house would be awake with me.
It doesn't help matters that the husband mentioned a few days ago about us really knuckling down and starting to redecorate the house, so now my mind is in a spin thinking of all the lovely things I want to do with this room and that. I have my knickers in a complete twist over the child's room. I just can't wait to get started.
I worry about bills and money and appointments and letters I need to send, letters I'm expecting, the usual really but then who doesn't worry a bit about those things.
I worry about Toots starting school in four short months and I wonder if she's ready, sometimes she seems so small.
I worry about family, for no particular reason at all.
I think about the dozens of unfinished projects littering my home and whether I'll ever manage to finish them.
I worry about the husband heading out to work on these damp dreary mornings while Toots and I get to stay at home.
I spend far too much time worrying and not enough time doing.
And while Toots has just nodded off for a little nap after a particularly long morning walk and a lovely big lunch, I could be doing any one of a hundred things.
But what I really want is a nap. Forty winks with a blanket snuggled up under my chin, but if I do that, I'll be able to write to exact post again tomorrow. Only with a lot more spelling mistakes and possibly a big line of j;avmichnlihghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that I somehow didn't manage before scraping my face of the keyboard and hitting publish:)
Sleep tight everyone.