In the space of one breath so much can happen. Breathe in.My house stills, night noises start. In her room, the child's eyes flutter to a close after so much resistance. One cat, displeased with the hierarchy in the house, pounces upon another as I stretch my legs and point my toes.In the other room … Continue reading in a breath…
Category: the sleepless nights of me
sweet dreams are made of these…
I don't have it in me today to talk about things I want to talk about.The things I should be talking about, thinking about.I put K to bed 3 hours ago and still she's wakeful.Crying and wakeful...Refusing to sleep.and there is not a thing I can do.
when night…
When night swoops down on this house we are not ready. It's never unexpected, nor is it unwelcome... we just aren't ready.In my home we each have our own way of delaying night's embrace. Our own ways of saying No, I won't. No, I can't. Really, I couldn't possibly.The method doesn't really matter though, what … Continue reading when night…
invisible brick at 2 am…
Sunday night the Kaos family went to bed pretty early. It was the night before K's first day of school and it had been a long weekend of plumbing and stickers and entertaining friends so we all needed a bit of rest.By 11:30 all lights were out and Mr. Kaos and I were drifting off … Continue reading invisible brick at 2 am…
where the bad dreams are…
Every time I close my eyes I find myself employing the tactic my mom taught me as a wee little monster, think of sweet sweet dreams. While I am no longer drawn to the land of rainbows, candy and unicorns I can find a place or two to go. I don't care to share the … Continue reading where the bad dreams are…
the sleepless nights of me…
In the ongoing saga of the sleepless nights of me last night was not a winner.When I wake up in the morning I do not expect to be the happy go lucky hunky dory happy girl of the ages... but I expect some semblance of peace. sanity. quiet. Even if it is just for 6.78 … Continue reading the sleepless nights of me…
