I wrote this post a few days ago and I was hoping to actually write something a little more coherent and I can’t. Here are some of the reasons why:
Quinlan is sleeping worse than ever.
Aidan is having nightmares and waking as well.
We are worried about Quinlan waking Aidan up as he does not wake up well in the middle of the night, even if it is early to us.
Even when Quinlan and Aidan are sleeping I still end up staying up until my regular sleeping time which is about 11 pm.
It usually takes me a little bit to get back to sleep after waking up which means I get about and hour or an hour and a half of sleep and then an hour to an hour and a half awake and so on throughout the night.
I understand why sleep deprivation is a form of incredible torture. It has been perfected b y all the babies and dictator children around the world. Any parent has at least some sympathy for anyone who is tortured in this inhumane way. Wow that just sounded like there are forms of torture that are humane. Like I said, sleep deprived.
My brain is ceasing to function in any real way.
I know everyone will forgive me for the ramble you have been reading and the drivel you are about to read.
I will try to write about the conversations Aidan and I are having about death and the fun in the corn maze tomorrow. Oh and some interesting stuff about the carseat launch I attended on the 25th. Lots of great stuff coming.
Again, please forgive the drivel.
I must write something. I must write something even though my brain is fried. I must write something that is informative and interesting. I just have no idea what I am about to write. I do have a few things I should write like the two or three book review for Penguin that I have on the back burner. I could write about some other issues that I am afraid will hurt some people’s feelings, but I won’t.
I sometimes feel a little hampered by the openness of this blog. Not that I am too open, but that my family knows and reads this blog. I censor myself because I don’t want to stir the pot or make things awkward. I sometimes wish that I could be one of those writers that don’t care who actually reads what I write. I don’t want to always self censor.
Or I could write about Dancing with the Stars and the ridiculous tribute to Patrick Swayze. I was embarrassed just watching it. Now I am just watching to see who else they get rid. I am torn between Macy or Kathy. Either is fine with me. Wow, I think I saw some actual real emotion from Macy Gray. I didn’t think she would be sober enough to actually care.
Or I could just hit delete because as someone with no sleep I am obviously not aware enough to even write anything coherently. I just hope that if I don’t you will forgive me for this lame post.