Whatcha doin?

hey middle of the nighters! Whatcha doin?

What happened to that wonderful slumber you were rudely interrupted from when your bladder screamed at you? Why? Why can’t we just roll back into the bed, close our eyes and retreat back into wonderful sleep?

Why does my bed partner insists on throwing all his covers onto me because he suddenly got hot when he’s the one that has the fan on warp speed? Why?

Why does my brain immediately go into overdrive thinking of all my “to do ” lists when tomorrow doesn’t officially start until at least there is a hint of light in the sky? Job duties, house reno schedules, and the list goes on and on and on.

Where are you in life? Are you a new mom feeding that precious baby praying that you can raise him/her into somewhat of a decent human being or are you a parent of a teenager just hoping that they live to see the next day? Lots of parents are watching their baby’s graduate this weekend. We are planning a wedding celebrating the new future that stands before them.

Are you the child of an aging parent?

Are you dealing with an illness of you or a loved one?

 

I can tell myself to stop worrying but really it’s not about that. It’s about giving it up. It’s not yours to worry about.

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This is not my first middle of the night post and I’m sure it will not be my last. I do not know why sleep has become more difficult and DO NOT TELL me it’s my age, I’m fighting that battle big time. However I do know that I will continue to look towards the One whose got it all together cause I know that’s definitely not me.

Love,

the girl who madly loves her husband but can’t wait to move back to a ย king size bed

 

About Charmadawn

Jesus lover ๐Ÿ’œ Wife of Steve for 39 years ๐Ÿ’œ Mom to 2 grown kiddos ๐Ÿ’œ BB to grandsons Jack, Luke, Patrick Joseph and Benjamin and granddaughter Abigail Dawn ๐Ÿ’œ8 years ago we purchased, Rescued and Restored a 121 year old farmhouse and we live together as a multigenerational household. Come follow our crazy. Isaiah 54:7
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