When I was in high school my dad used to call me a midnight marauder. It was for me and/or my girls when we were headed out for the night or for when he saw us in the morning. I would like to note that I had a curfew of 10pm until I was eighteen so a midnight marauder I was not. And now the only marauding going on are the thoughts that steal my sleep. Hours and hours of sleep.
I will wake up momentarily and then it starts...thoughts of the day, of tomorrow, of what I need to get done, of my children, my family, things I wish I would have said, things I will say tomorrow, lists I need to make, my past, my future, ideas for the house, ideas for my life, my friends that are expecting babies, my friends that want to be expecting babies, church, my garden, my house makeover plans, my new business venture and last night it was this blog.
So we will see if this helps. Maybe if I just share what is going on in my crazy Flanagan head my sleep patterns will return to normal. (Well as normal as they can be with a 3 month old baby)