Tossing and Turning

Lots on my mind.

Stress and worries that every adult, at one point or another, has.

Last night, Randall couldn't sleep.

Which is fine.  I have nights when insomnia kicks in and leaves me unable to sleep.

The difference in our insomnia is the fact that when I have insomnia, he has no clue.  When he has insomnia I somehow end up having insomnia with him.

What the fuck is that all about?

Why can I not be oblivious to the fact that he can't sleep?

It could stem from the fact that when he can't sleep he becomes restless.  He tosses and turns.  And flips and flops.

I swear he is secretly taking gymnastics.

This keeps me awake.

He does sometimes get up and lay down in another part of the house.

Still doesn't help me.

I end up dozing but never really going into a deep sleep because I am worried about him.

Lose/lose situation for me.

This has all brought me to the conclusion that I worry too damn much.

But that is who I am.

I am the woman who worries.

I worry about Randall.

I worry about Kaylee.

I worry about my parents.

I worry about a lot of things that I have no business worrying about.

I am tired of worrying.

I have to wonder if there will ever come a time when I won't worry.

Knowing me?

Probably not.

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