Elliot decided he was tired enough to fall asleep at, er, um 8 o’clock ::koff koff::. Knock on wood, cross your fingers, whatever is necessary because this is one hour before his *normal* bedtime and you see, the last two nights have been, shall we say, rough. No lube style painful. Last night, we decided to let him cry to get out his energy. He really only cried for about 15 minutes before falling asleep and it was only because he was just that tired. I don’t *like* letting him cry. But last night, that was what he needed. I just roll with the punches here, people.
So anyway, like I was saying… he was asleep early and Ash and his brother are at a friend’s house. Oh the things I could accomplish with my free time! And what do I do? Nothing. I haven’t taken the picture I wanted to or read the chapter in my book. I could be writing or making art in my journal or any number of things and yet, I am here, listening to Sting’s “Shape of My Heart” and blogging. Maybe I am just thankful for the time to myself, for once, that I’d rather just relax this way than anything else. Although, I would like to take a picture of my newest Ugly Doll. They’re actually quite cute. And I’m a sucker for stuff like that.
Any moment, Elliot could decide he just needed a nap (which has now gone on for one hour twenty minutes…) but for now, I am going to simply realize how important spending time with me is. It’s integral to my sanity and overall mood, which makes everyone around me feel better about life as well.