I don’t know why I don’t/can’t sleep when Laureen leaves on her Mary Kay expeditions. She’s in Houston this weekend, and I’ve got the kids. It’s not that hard, but I don’t sleep well at all. I got to bed around 1 a.m., Jessie had crying jags at 2 a.m. and 5 a.m., and Jacob announced that his digestive system (at least the lower part of it) worked at 6:30 a.m.
The sad thing is this: this is brain-dead time. I can’t read, can’t focus, can’t think straight when I’m this fuzzy-headed. Laureen would probably be hyper-productive on something, doing a Bible study, etc., but me? I feel mentally worthless and useless.
However, the kids are up, and Papa is coming over to help/play/”work”. That’s a good thing.