The clock just chimed four, and I’ve been wide awake since 2:30. I counted 10 Mississippis between the most recent brilliant flash of lightening & the roll of thunder that followed.
The boy is sleeping deeply beside me. He’s completely exhausted. In a few short hours he’ll be awake and gone; a 14-16 hour work day ahead of him. These are the times I’m glad I don’t currently have a job, because if I did, I wouldn’t see him at all.
I’m so tired and anxious. I hate the Metformin. I get that it’s supposed to help my health, but it also amplifies all my negative emotions and thoughts. It makes everything feel so scary and overwhelming. I hate it.
More lightening. 7 Mississippis that time. Storm’s getting closer.