Last night as I lay in bed at 2:00 a.m! I could not get to sleep.
I wasn't the only one having that problem, my youngest two, in bed with me, were also restless, moving around and whispering in between my repeated Shushes. I finally sent them to their rooms, but still failed to go to sleep. After a bit I got up to check on them, and found them both in Emily's room, laughing, giggling, and having a good ole time.
So......I broke up their little party and put them back in bed with me so that at least I would know they were being quiet. By 2:30 a.m. they were finally asleep.....I wasn't. I would slip into that hazy place you reach moments before you fall asleep, where your mind begins to drift into a slight dreamlike state. Like when you are really tired and trying to say your bedtime prayers, and you wind up praying about flying fairies and giant ants, or some other such nonsense...
Or am I the only one that does that?
Anyway.....I was just on that precipice of falling asleep, but I could never quite go over the ledge. Having had cheer practice yesterday, and working on cheers with Emily right before going to bed, my thoughts naturally followed in that direction. I began thinking of cheer movements, cheer formations, parent meetings next year, what speech I would give, blah blah blah. Which makes no sense, really, but there you have it.
So at 2:50 a.m. I was up out of bed, standing in my kitchen, at 35 years of age, doing cheers. My only audience the cat. I then sat down and made notes of the formations that I had dreamed up, most of which looked like a cross between a football play sheet, and chicken scratches. After I wrote out all my notes, (even though they most likely will never be used, and I'm about 99.8% sure they wouldn't have worked anyway), I laid back down. Having cleared my mind of it all, I was finally able to get to sleep... to dream of Flying Fairies and Giant Ants.