At this time of night I shouldn’t be anything. But sleeping.
Instead I circle around in to the too tired to do any of it and the too tired to admit it place of should be . . .
Should be tidying. Should be planning. Should be list making. Should be tackling a pile.
Children should be counted – two of them in beds, devices captured in the land of our room, lights off. A nightly dance that should be easier. Because it sounds almost the same every night.
I should be able to admit that no, I don’t have 5 minutes of energy left to do anything. Not the emails. Not the laundry stack. Not the swooping through the house turning off lights someone else turned on.
Not this very blog I shouldn’t be writing.
Teeth should be brushed. Book should be found. Small lights on. Bright lights off. Settling should be happening.
I am like a persistent toddler. A stubborn teenager. A lonely puppy. Resisting sleep for no good reason.
I should know better. I am old and sort of wise. But in this overtired state in my over busy world, I am beyond reason and beyond action. Feebly, I protest my inability to be on top of it all by sitting ridiculously unproductive in the middle of it, when really, I should call it. Done for the day.
Should be sleeping. Should know better.
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