We lost power last night. It still hasn’t come back on. Derek took the kids to Mom’s. I just went to sleep.
So I’m not able to eat, can’t have my coffee, can’t shower. Awesome.
The kids don’t have school. Derek’s not going to be able to work here. Not sure what he’s going to do…oh, boy. I’m really not sure. I’d better go up and talk to him.
It’s 3:22, though. If I wake him up now, chances are he won’t go back to sleep.
I was asleep all last night, so I don’t know what his plan is. Is he taking the day off?
I can’t sustain this schedule. I’m too tired to do anything else. I need to get back on a normal workday. If I had a normal schedule, I’d know what the plan was. I’d have been able to help, maybe.
As it is, I feel like I’m not doing enough. I kind of always feel that way, though, so it’s hard to know if it’s true.
Sometimes even the best laid plans go awry. I was just about to leave early for work when Aislyn came out of her room. She wet the bed. So I changed her bed and now here I am, in her room with her, not helping her go back to sleep one bit.
But really I’m glad I didn’t miss her. Because what would she have done? Gone up the stairs in the pitch black to get Derek?
Anyway, I should go, because I’ll bet the tap-tapping and the light from my screen isn’t helping her sleep, either.
Talk later, friends ❤️