Andy returned from Madagascar this morning - landing, thankfully, before the weather closed in and it began to snow like it would never stop.
This past week has been truly exausting but truly amazing in that (for whatever reason) I have been sleeping. I have done all kinds of things I would not normally contemplate in sleep-deprived zone...like help out at Maya's end of term party, and bundle up the kids in the cold dark night to take them out to join the Father Christmas and carol singing parade, and go out for drinks with the parents' from Maya's class. Oh, to feel like a normal person.
The funny thing is that, each night when I get into bed, a little voice persists in whispering to me You might not sleep tonight, wouldn't that be awful? But somehow, this hasn't stopped me from sleeping, although I'd imagined it might. Is it something to do with the fact that I'm aware of this voice, rather than reacting to it? I know it's there, and probably will be for years to come, but I'm not trying to push this voice away, because I think that could send me into a panic. Honestly, I don't know if it is this, I'm just thinking (or writing!) out loud. This has been going on for long enough now for me to know that my insomnia could creep up on me again unawares anytime.
If it keeps snowing like this, perhaps we won't be able to leave the house till after Christmas, and we shall stay in our little house and I will eat and dream and sleep.
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