It’s 4 am, and (obviously) I’m awake… for the third morning in a row. Or is it the fourth? I’m losing track. But there’s nothing to be done about it until school gets started.
My puffy eyes and foggy brain are a direct result of Adorable Child’s New School Anxiety, manifesting as nightmares every night. In the latest installment, her school was somehow bombed and only she survived.
And the heat’s not helping. The current high temperatures (96 for the next three days!?!?!) make for uncomfortable sleep anyway.
This, though, is the last week. School finally gets underway in a couple days, and these particular demons will be exorcised. No more fears that nobody will like her, or that she’ll humiliate herself on the first day.
I expect that Thursday night will also be a bad one, since that’s the night before her first varsity game… but after that, she’ll be off and running.
And I’ll be sleeping.