Insomnia

Well, in a way I'm relieved Lachlan was woken up at 5am, it means that his little head is fine and we don't have to worry about him sleeping too much with a concussion. Plus, with a bottle and some more pamol he's now soundly back asleep.

Dammit, I'm not. Wide awake, thinking about the hundred and one things I have to do before going to hospital on Sunday. Working myself up into an anxious mess about the surgery. Worrying about the strain on everyone else given I won't be able to do a lot or drive for several weeks. Even getting to and from kindy will be a pain in the butt.

Just want to fast forward four weeks or so and have it all over and done with and on the road to recovery. Early mornings are probably the worst time to be sitting worrying and contemplating these things!

On the other hand, the freezer is full of meals, the grandparents will be doing a huge amount and as much as I like to think the place will fall apart without me I'm sure it will be fine! Sitting here cuddled up next to me in the wakeful morning is my faithful companion Max, pretty sure at least he will miss me!