So, I’m sitting bed, before half ten on a school night. I was crocheting (that makes me sound even older!), but I’m too tired. It’s been a bit of a weird night.
Husband won’t be home for another hour or so, and I’m too tired to wait up. But part of me is struggling to stay awake, you see, when I wake up in the morning, I’ll be 30. And everyone’s made it such a big deal, but in the end, as my lunch plans just got cancelled, it’s the same as any other day, just me and the kids doing our thing. So why am I reluctant to sleep?
