Sounds like that should be the title of a song - - not sure how it would go . . .
Perhaps something like:
Midnight blogging, wish I could sleep
Midnight blogging, the house, so quiet, not a peep
Midnight blogging, what else is there to do
Midnight blogging . . .
Then again, I am not a songwriter, so what do I know. I do know that it is now 3:00 am and that I am awake, wishing I wasn't, and offering this time of restlessness up for others. Often I wake up in the middle of the night and get to thinking about my days ahead. Perhaps that is the planner and worrier in me.
On September 8th, the Blessed Mother's birthday, I will be going in to deliver this little one that I've been carrying around for the last nine months or so. We are really excited about his impending arrival. I guess that can be enough to keep someone up at night? Reflecting a little, perhaps my body is just getting ready for those late night feedings and all. It has been almost nine years since the last midnight feedings.
