A Preview?

Last night I woke up at 3am. Exactly 3am. I saw the red lights on Corey's alarm clock over his shoulder, seeming to yell at me as I could not fall back asleep. I had his long monkey limbs kicking my legs and Baby Love's little monkey limbs kicking my organs. I could not sleep--was in fact as wide awake as I've ever been.

I lay there for one hour, contemplating The Diving Bell and the Butterfly (which we had watched earlier) and all my students who make excuses. I was trying to figure out how I could get them to not make excuses anymore.

Then I gave up on sleep. I crawled out of bed and did work, got paperwork together for the rugby girls I'm coaching. I emailed people. I phoned hotels to ask about group rates. I even played several games of Catan against German people who whooped my butt and had very different abbreviations for things like "good game" and "good luck." Hope they weren't calling me names.

I think the worst part about being up at that time of day was the limitations I had on activities. I couldn't really watch TV because we don't have cable and there's pretty much nothing on network at that hour. I couldn't practice the piano because Corey was asleep. I guess I could have been writing.

At least when my baby is born, I'll have something to do during the wee hours of the morning when I should be asleep but am not. Maybe I'll make friends with someone in Europe so I can call that person and chat away my insomnia.