Last night I was popping with Ideas. They were magical, they were inspirational, they were….last night and I didn’t write them down.
During the night a stuffy Baby C had to cuddle. Through the night she began to resemble a hot water bottle..which slowly heated itself more and more until she was a wiggly fussy constantly nursing very hot water bottle.
Needless to say, I have not slept. I feel like a wad of cotton has replaced my brain. C’s pediatric appointment is scheduled for later this afternoon and with the exhaustion I slipped my disc first thing this morning.
This is what happens when I complain that it is too quiet now that the boys are with their father for the rest of the school break until we get on the road for the long haul to retrieve them halfway up the East Coast from here next Saturday.
C’est la vie. Maybe she’ll nap off of me long before her appointment. Though I won’t count on it. At least the sense of writing remains. Maybe tomorrow, a poem, something to do with opening my ribcage to find the starry skies within pouring out.