i haven't been able to sleep in this house. not a wink. i can't really tell if it's the hours mark's keeping, or just the creaks and general uneasiness that seems to be soaked right into the hardwood floors...
i have started to notice some disturbing changes in the kids.
henry has taken to disappearing for hours at a time and obsessing over death. he found a dead bird that one of the cats had caught. he was running around the yard yowling with the thing on top of his head! mark says this is normal for boys his age, but it doesn't look that way to me. the thought of my husband exhibiting these behaviors as a child frightens me almost as much as seeing my baby playing with dead creatures. i took him to the doctor today, just to be sure...
megan has become lost in her fantasy world of dolls and magic. i know she's only 7, but she just doesn't connect with the family anymore. if school were in session, then i could just walk down the hall and ask rita how she interacts with the other children. maybe that's the problem... perhaps she needs to have a slumber party.
the summers are usually so nice for me. time with the family, and time to myself. i keep saying this summer i will work on my novel, and i start, but the words fall heavy and tear the page. i'm taking every sleep "aid" they have on the market, and they are as effective as children's aspirin for a broken leg. just one good night should set me right.
i have started to notice some disturbing changes in the kids.
henry has taken to disappearing for hours at a time and obsessing over death. he found a dead bird that one of the cats had caught. he was running around the yard yowling with the thing on top of his head! mark says this is normal for boys his age, but it doesn't look that way to me. the thought of my husband exhibiting these behaviors as a child frightens me almost as much as seeing my baby playing with dead creatures. i took him to the doctor today, just to be sure...
megan has become lost in her fantasy world of dolls and magic. i know she's only 7, but she just doesn't connect with the family anymore. if school were in session, then i could just walk down the hall and ask rita how she interacts with the other children. maybe that's the problem... perhaps she needs to have a slumber party.
the summers are usually so nice for me. time with the family, and time to myself. i keep saying this summer i will work on my novel, and i start, but the words fall heavy and tear the page. i'm taking every sleep "aid" they have on the market, and they are as effective as children's aspirin for a broken leg. just one good night should set me right.
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