Insomnia...

Of the worst kind. What in the world is a mother of three children, a student with FOUR, yes... you read that correctly, but I shall type it again...four exams next week, doing awake? And may I carry on... who woke up just after 8 after an insomniatic (yes, it is now a word) night last night, to try to catch up with, well... life. Which is something I can never "catch up" on. It is absolutely impossible. I suppose that is the point of life, to keep a constant movement in direction... and even when you think you are "caught up", it is just a not-a-pause: A time when you actually have time to sit down and read a book or have a absolutely meaningless yet important conversation with your husband. If you could catch up with life like you can on the laundry or the bills, then where would you be? Left without...life? When I say, "I'm caught up on all of the laundry, honey!", that means there is nothing left for me to wash. No laundry at all. Maybe a washcloth or a towel, but when in the hell is that in a household of 3 children, a dog, and a husband.

Did you ever have conversations at the dinner table as a child, and your family would be talking about, say, homework, which could lead to Ben Franklin, and before you know it the topic of this conversation has become about how it is time to change the air filters?? That is how I am feeling write now... But as it says right up there... fingers hit the keys...