of little sleep. Sam has a new bunkbed, which he is going to share with Emma. He was completely excited to sleep there, but like any other transition, it takes longer for him.
I told them I would sleep in the room with them, in the extra bed that is in that room so that Sam would feel less anxious, but what I wasn’t prepared for was his noisy-ness in going to sleep. I thought I could just close my eyes and conk out but NOOOO… first we watched a Fashion Talk Show… which I pretty much enjoyed, actually… and then when we turned the lights out Sam continued to toss and whisper to himself… and turn and whisper to himself… I think I may have gotten two hours sleep. Once I finally got to sleep, Emma crawled into bed with me because she “had a bad dream”... so… hopefully they will both sleep in so I can get some morning writing done.
Yesterday was, all in all, a pretty sucky day. I was mostly a hermit. Today I think Hank and I will go walking on the bluffs. I need to be out, moving, breathing, etc.
My friends have been calling me and I pretty much am not answering or calling them back, either, as I don’t have the energy or desire to go out or hang out or anything.
And to top it off, I am trying to work out the whole Flagstaff situation. I don’t know if we will be able to go and I am thinking about how it is going to feel to let my kids down once again. I am tired of letting them down with such consistency.
Wow, not quite a cheery post.