2:36 AM

May I just say how very tired I am of not getting eight contiguous hours of sleep every night? I wonder how many other menopausal women are sitting in front of their computers right now? or folding socks? or reading in bed? or reading downstairs where it's freezing because they don't want to wake up their partner who appears to be in stage 11 sleep?

I read a few days ago that the only real disability is a bad attitude (see paragraph one). Said by someone with a pretty sizable disability. I've been thinking about attitude a lot since then. Due to our situation here, I've been putting some pretty serious energy behind just taking things as they are, not worrying about the future, trusting that we'll figure something out no matter what happens. And I'm finding that it leaves the way open to shut off my brain which is forever trying to figure things out, running down this path and that. Staying in the moment seems to leave some space to enjoy myself more in the here and now, and to figure out my version of "a good attitude".

Ty and Kate brought exactly 3-month old Cameron over for a visit tonight. Our first "crying" visit. Note: Crying babies are cute if they are not yours. I could tell that he was majorly overdone and needed to get home and be rocked to sleep. His little body was tight, fists clenched and pulled up to his chest as he wailed out his discomfort. John and I are both hopelessly in love with the squirming bundle of life. I swear that we could both be totally happy just sitting around in rockers never getting dressed, passing him back and forth.