I'm kind of freaking out. I've been known to do this and I just hope it isn't one of the traits I've passed on to Georgia. It's 4.50am and I've been awake on and off for most of the night. I will say that nowadays it is very rare that I have too much on my mind to sleep (and even more rare that the thing that's not letting me sleep involves a tape measure (which unfortunately is still on the top floor of our house)). I guess I don't have a lot of worries in my life any more (except maybe the fact that G is occasionally requiring a bit more discipline than I know how to handle!). That's a good thing. And even this thing is not really my worry. It's borrowed worry - something I'm doing on behalf of someone else, someone who probably isn't up worrying for half the night for themselves. I just want everything to be ok. I want them to be ok and somehow the size of a sofa is stuck in my head as a barrier to this happiness. I realise that this post makes absolutely no sense to anyone who doesn't know exactly what is going on around here but that's not something I'm going to add to my "worry list.
4:50 a.m. - January 23, 2011
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