No More Butterflies

Nope. They have mutated into gargoyles- complete with claws, teeth and wings. Tomorrow is day one of mine and Damien’s “trial” and I am finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything. Last night I didn’t sleep- not until after 1am at least. I watched “breakfast club” (a classic- still love it after all this time) and I watched Sunday’s F1 Brazilian grand prix, which I had recorded. Then I still tossed and turned like my bed was full of sand- I kept waking up again every time I felt like I was drifting off again. Damien also hasn’t slept well this week, and I know he’s anxious because for three nights in a row he’s crawled into my bed in the wee morning hours.
Pray for us both.

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Wife, mom, cake artist, Guide Dog puppy raiser, ADHD champion, wedding planner, and tattooed cat slave.

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