3:30 a.m. Mind whirling, thinking, planning, worrying, holding me just out of reach of sleep.
Too much to think about? Too many things going on? World problems that need solving? Probably, but that’s not in the cards tonight. Tonight it is simply some mother’s intuition.
3:35 a.m. Crying, whimpering, hollering.
My only thing to think about becomes the reason for that crying. All the things going on become the earache, stuffy nose, and coughing. And my world problem shrinks down to the boogery sad mess that is now in my arms looking for comfort and someone to make it all go away.