McK slept in a crib until we moved to our new house. She was almost two and a half when we spent our very first night here. She got to pick out everything for her new room. She chose a lovely yellow flowered bedspread that matched the white furniture perfectly.
It is late.
My eyelids are heavy but they won’t rest.
My body is weary but my brain will not shut down.
Tomorrow is busy but that does not motivate the sleep that doesn’t want to come.