Ella was trying to understand airplanes the other day. What? They are seriously carrying people, real people, up in the sky? I don't know why it never occurred to me that she hadn't made that connection before.
As with all good preschooler conversation, herein entered a tangent about flying fish. She ties the two together with a thoughtful, "A flying fish might look like an airplane but it isn't really carrying people."
Tonight we were snuggling when I put her to bed, doing my usual round of light fingertip brushing her skin as per her request- down her arms, legs and back- when out of the dark comes, "Hey, Momma. My belly isn't really one of my rubbing spots." Excuse me.
I have found an excellent therapy to deal with emotion which I seem to have in excess at the present. Cleaning. Today I cleaned my medicine cabinet (who ever has the time or energy for that?) my freezer, my desk, the office, rearranged the living room and next I'm headed for the fridge. Also the fact that I am not sleeping very well or very long adds more hours for my new found outlet. It leads me to wonder what I could do if I didn't need to sleep at all, or even just 2-3 hours a night. I could probably solve the world energy crisis, establish world peace, invent calorie-free chocolate, write a book and learn Chinese in the first week alone...
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i'm blown away that you have found the wit to post for us faithful readers, AND despite your new found ?energy?, i wish you peace of mind and healing for your heart so that you can get back to sleep! love, j
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